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Getting Away

So I haven’t had a holiday for a while.

I’ve had time off…

… which I’ve spent writing, if I’ve been lighting, or lighting, if I’ve been writing.

But I haven’t had a holiday.

And sure, London is amazing.  I love London deeply.  But!  Even I can every now and then be tempted by the roar of the sea, the swaying of the trees in the forest, the sheer drop from a cliff, the feel of sand beneath my feet etc.  So long as all of these things are reasonably close to a train station and a hot chocolate, then I’m up for it…

So.  I’m having my first holiday in three years.  I mean, it’s only 4 days of holiday, but it’s still a holiday, and to get into the spirit of the thing I also spent 2 days in Kent to look at the sea and conclude that yes, time for a trip somewhere.  Time to go look at stars, see if you can spot the moons of Jupiter, watch the moon come up and the sun set, not necessarily in that order.  Time to fail to speak the language, to check if you have your passport every thirty seconds, to get lost in search of a cabin on a ferry, to drag oversized rucksacks through the ‘nothing to declare’ aisle at customs controls.  Time to run gasping onto the platform for a connecting train to somewhere hundreds of miles away, and to eat all the free B&B breakfast that your money has already bought of a morning.

Time, in short, for an adventure…