When I first moved down to Devon (for what I then thought just for Summer) to work in a pub by the sea, I thought I’d have a back room, bunked up, or maybe a shed. But I landed a room with a view. For a year I didn’t shut the window, woke up to waves swooshing up on the beach, smelled the ocean.
I’m so glad that I found these old photos! (retrieved from the brink from a very dead laptop). Every day I woke up the first thing I would do was look out of this window at the day and say… wow.