Everything down here just seems a little bit more beautiful (and mystical) than it did up North. Yesterday we headed further down the coast to Hove, stopping at a beach cafe for morning coffee and a walk along the promenade where I discovered this little gathering of flowers and a plaque reading the words “love” on the back. What an utterly delightful start to the day.
Im currently in a world wind of creativeness, it seems, not really knowing where to start, with this place seeming so vast and possible. The world really seems mine (ours) for the taking, whatever we (I) make of it, and right now, that feels equally as daunting as it is exhilarating.