This time last week, I was feeling a little sad to be home. We’d had a wonderful holiday with some much-needed quality family time, and I had once again been infected with the wanderlust that makes me want to see all of the corners of the world that I can.
This week, though, we have accidentally had the most wonderful time in our little town, and it has left me wondering why we need to travel at all when we have such a glorious place to call home.
There is Berry Head, where we went last Sunday with my parents, my brother and his fiancee. Arthur was thrilled to see everyone after our trip away, and he had great fun flying his kite, doing impromptu yoga with Uncle Ash, and just enjoying the view.
Then there is Breakwater beach. Our local beach. I honestly never thought I’d be able to say that! With the spectacular weather we’ve had this week it’s felt a little like a corner of the Caribbean at times. Arthur has continued on his mission to get every single stone from the beach into the sea, and we’ve enjoyed a picnic with friends as well as a sneaky takeaway, just the two of us.
I’ve really become aware this week how many lovely people we’ve met in this town. It’s taken a while for us to really feel like we belong here: the first 18 months when both Leigh and I were working in Plymouth didn’t help, and even once Arthur had arrived and I began to spend a lot more time in Brixham settling in to a new town wasn’t easy. But this week both Arthur and I have had social calendars almost full to bursting, and I have realised that we both have genuine friends here now. Which is nice.
Of course my latest venture – standing for election to Brixham Town Council – has made me feel even more as though I belong. It’s been brilliant getting out and about seeing people and places that are new to me, and so far the reception to my election campaign has been really positive. Mostly anyway – but that’s a topic for another post.
For this one suffice to say that I have had a week which has left me loving Brixham even more than usual. Ten days post-holiday when I still lived in London I would have been yearning for escape, but right now nothing would pull me away from the place I am proud to call home.
My word of the week this week is home.
Also linking up with this week’s prompt of ‘travel’.
Beautiful pictures and I love those gold sandals! X
What a fabulous week, and I see why you’re so in love with your home town. Those photos of the sea are just beautiful. Good luck with the election, too, I’d missed that post, go you! x Thanks for sharing with #WotW
Ah such a lovely part of the world. Beautiful pictures – so lucky to be able to call that locality your home. Good luck with the elections #WotW xx
Wow! Beautiful photos- and a wonderful place to call ‘home’. I hope the election campaign is a success. #WotW
I love this post, I can relate to a lot of the emotions and realisations about home and community. And, good luck with the elections, I’d completely missed that, sorry! Thank you so much for sharing with #ThePrompt and apologies for the very late commenting, I actually took some time off last week!