On a recent break from work, my boyfriend and I got in the card and drove to Bournemouth. This was before the rush ensued. We don't live too far and after months of being cooped up at home with no outdoor space it was the perfect escape for me to breathe and reset after a busy few months dealing with a pandemic, working full-time and managing the tensions that come with life in general. It was definitely time for a break.
This weekend I achieved an unwritten goal by exploring Bournemouth beach and taking a long-awaited picture of their famous beach huts. I was a magical adventure that I didn’t anticipate. I mean... who knew we had thousands of wild horses running around the UK? I didn’t. The day started with a good old trip to Starbucks.