One other gem from a weekend of tourism returned to me this morning. The guy that, whilst waiting to be served at the bar, turned to the man next to him and commented that he had driven up from London and the traffic was bad. The response of “Me to” seemed to astound him, odd because I thought that the busy roads would have been the clue. Apparently both of these people believed that they had discovered the unique coastal hideaway. No wonder these guys love the town, what with everybody speaking the same as them and acting like tourists so they feel at home. The lengths we go to for the tourist pound eh?
I can’t help loving summertime at the coast though and it is reminding me of my mission, just as soon as I come off pause. A review of rightmove tells me that there are plenty of wonderful properties to live in while pub chasing, not that I ever doubted it. My work remains a challenging environment and budgets are tight here as everywhere. I don’t know if this role will be able to support my relocation but I am sure that the distance to London is achievable so I will be able to find a role that does. How I accommodate the relocation is simply a matter of logistics, the relocation itself is important. After all we work to live don’t we? I enjoyed my most favourite reflection opportunity this weekend having awoken at 3 am on Saturday morning. After selecting an ice-cold bottle of beer (thanks Dave), I walked across the road to the beach. Standing on an undisturbed beach listening to the ocean in a gentle breeze is better than any of that meditation.
Life is a long road and sometimes it really does seem like your goals are always moving further ahead. Those moments of reflection allow me to remember that all of those hard to reach goals have been reached, this is no difference. I will spend my summer strolling Appley and, eventually, spending scant hours from my pub there.