I Walk the Same Path Every Day, but It’s Different
I’ve always felt an affinity with the beach. Like so many of us during the past 18 months, I’ve struggled with the restrictions of lockdowns, helping my four children through this unfamiliar pandemic-infused world, and finding my way through the heavy emotional burden of ending my relationship with the man I loved for thirty years.
I’ve felt lost. Sad. Angry. Hurt. Guilty. Scared. I’ve struggled to write. My world (just like our wider world) turned upside down and, although I have been blessed by the care and support of a handful of people who are incredibly dear to me, I’ve experienced moments of incredible loneliness.
But the beach is always there.
Eight months ago, a mad little Spoodle called Merlin came into our lives. He’s brought incredible joy (and a fair bit of puppy-pee) to our home. The kids love him (except when he graces their bedroom floor with offerings from his bum), he’s great company, and he gave me a reason to get out of bed when snuggling down seemed a much more viable option. During our Winter of lockdowns, we spent many an early…
