The only sort of blue that I want on this dreary Monday is the blue of the sky and an echoing reflection in the sea. Maybe it’s the time of year, maybe it’s the weather or the relentless unsettling news, but last week left me feeling more than a little glum. Bundling up the boys in boots, coats and scarves, we took ourselves to the shore. We collected sea glass (‘whimsies’, a lady on the beach called them), strolled along the pier and ate our first ice creams of the year at the water’s edge. Breathing in huge gulps of salty air is always the best balm for the soul.
I hope that Monday hasn’t left you feeling blue.