Sometimes we just need to go on an adventure. Feel the salt spray in our hair, the recklessness of the wind in our lungs, the laughter forging wrinkles by our eyes and all that cliché stuff. It may be cliché, but it doesn’t make it any less true. I find if I don’t quench my curiosity as often as I can, I can quite easily slip into low moods.
The repetition of routine has the potential to leave me feeling unequivocally stuck, instilling in me an urge to do something to free myself from whatever rut I’m in. I guess I’m sometimes like a truck that needs to be jumpstarted out of the mud. Last week was one of those times, and so I grabbed the car keys and set off on a little adventure, to a beautiful coastal area in Sussex called Cuckmere Haven.