It’s our last day in Devon and I’ve finally finished the sober diaries. I don’t know which one I’m most sad about tbh.
We did the normal kids activities (rock pool examining, crab fishing, glitter painting). Then my lovely friend and I decided to head on down to Croyde beach as we’d heard it was beautiful.
We clambered over the rocks (there’s a photo of me on my hands and knees, almost downward dogging), played like children in the surf and then cosied on down in the sand dunes with a flask of tea.
Once again we had another deep and meaningful. On reflection I don’t think we’ve chatted like this since we were wistful 16 year olds (ironically just before we properly discovered alcohol). We spoke about our next steps in life, whether we would have another child (we’re both 50/50) and what 16 year old us would think of 36 year old us (probably horrified about our dubious dress sense and waist lines).
I think whatever happens on the next stage of our paths, I am extremely thankful to have my friend in my life. We’ve worked in different countries (separately), grown up, moved out, got married, brought houses and had children and always she’s been there quietly in the background. A steady constant. It makes me slightly sad I’ve not got a friend like this back home.
Day 41 tomorrow and I’m nervous for the post holiday blues but excited for the next few steps in this sober journey. Hope you’re all doing well where ever you are. I love hearing about everyones different paths and fascinated by everyones next steps.