Every time I visit home, I always feel the need to have at least one walk along Woolacombe beach. It seems to free my soul in a way that nothing else can and simply connects me to home. I usually try to walk as far as possible before turning back, while constantly being drawn to the water.
On this recent walk, the surf was particularly high and people lined the shore waiting for their next wave. This was a moment that I also wanted to be a part of, even being tempted to run in fully clothed. Just to enjoy the warmth of the water and to fully immerse myself in the freedom.