Normally when we’re down in Devon, Thursday night is a girls night. The husbands put the kids to bed and we normally go for a stroll to the harbour and have a few gins.
This time round I suggested a small hike down the coastal path to a beach that has been described as a Vietnam of Devon (Broad sands if anyones in the area). Luckily Katie was really up for it and had never been before so off we went.
Now I hate steps, especially steep ones. Once on a date with the hubster when we were fairly new in dating, I got stuck up a turret at Ludlow castle. Embarrassingly I was up there for a while and was coaxed down step by step.
So I got that deep pit in my stomach when I realised it was a steep staircase carved into the cliff (202 steps someone at the bottom helpfully informed me).
We set out. On parts I slid down step by step on my bum. But we got there. And oh my gosh, it was beautiful. Deep cliffs, caves, high waves. Definitely worth the steps.
We walked across the sand and then sat on the sand and chatted. Drinking water from a water bottle, watching the waves, listening to the gulls.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed. The tide was ebbing closer. Impulsively we took our shoes off and ran into the sea for a quick paddle, before the long climb back up.
I’m finding sober activities so much more nourishing for the soul (I’m cringing as I write this). I’ve had more deep chats with friends, hikes, seen beautiful scenery than I have in a long time.
I hear after 40 days it can get really hard, but I’m sort of excited to go through it. I’m loving it so far.
Hope everyone’s enjoying their Thursday evening’s so far.