Windows down through country lanes. My old second home, my Granny, the softest lawn (how does she do it?) Beautiful cottages with little stalls, munching on the juiciest strawberries in the backseat. Sunlight through ferns, sweet-smelling hedgerows. Sitting amongst the rocks, almost in the sea, absorbing the sun. Dipping my toes in, dipping my body and arms in, dipping my head in - so cold it hurt. Sandy toes, finding shells with creatures inside, a slow walk back to the car. A failed ice cream hunt. Home.
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