I live in land-locked Oxfordshire – edge of the Cotswolds – its beautiful – facinating buildings, every village with its own shape and history and life is good.
But today I want to be by the sea. I want seafood. Be in Capetown eating Kingklip. In Sydney eating squid. In Bangkok eating god know what. Not just the taste but the sounds, the chaos the colours bouncing between the sea and the sky and the freshness in the air. Today is Sunday – there are people breakfasting in Mission Bay, Auckland drinking fajoa juice looking across the water at Rangitoto knowing it’s the only place to be – but taking it all for granted (I just spoke to my mother-in-law in Waiheke and – yes – it was a beautiful morning in NZ).
Hey, I even want to have Oysters. I hate oysters. Ive never tried oysters. I fear them. My lizard brain holds me back everytime that they are on offer – and today I want to take on that fear and be there – by the sea – stretching myself – and then discovering the best kind of seafood ever.
Its daft being in fear of oysters – but at least realising its a barrier and its irrational is the first step to fixing it.
I want to go for a paddle but the water is going to be *so cold* – hell, get in there!