Man it's been gray around here lately. I know, you've heard me whine, "I hate the constant sun", "somedays it makes me feel like punching the cheery blue sky in it.s white fluffy clouds" " I like moody weather, it suits me."
How quickly I've forgotten the actual mood altering power of a socked in gray day that seems to go into infinity. My head aches, softly in that area right behind the eye sockets. I'm tired, and would rather crawl back into bed and channel surf than do something productive. blah. Gray May, blah beach days.
..... alas and woe is me....at my, bad-ass, little beach house.
This great, bad-ass little, British beach house was actually a battery at one time. The Seasalter beach house, located on the North Kent coast of the UK, has seen its fair share of June Gloom - but the uplifting, not-so-serious interiors make it seem like such a happy little place to be.
now excuse me while I go for a run on the beach....because I can. gratitude. in the end it's what gets you through it all.
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