Getting away from it all at Ogmore

As last week closed, it became obvious this working week was not going to be a good one.
Whilst it might only have lasted three days, it has managed to eat away at the last month.
Questioning. Intruding. Becoming that 'voice' on your shoulder which questions now everything you have done and continue to do.

And so, as it ate away at our weekend, Tuesday impending.
So, we got into the car on Monday, on the understanding I had to get away from anything associated with it.
The type of day where your office being in your home is not helpful.

And so we ended up at Ogmore.
My favourite beach from my childhood.
And whilst Barry Island may be on our door step.
Ogmore offers adventure.
Freedom.
The chance to escape.

Armed with a picnic, a blanket, buckets and spades.
We became free for the afternoon.

To explore rock pools.

 To dig for water.

 To sail boats.

 To have fun.

 To be free.

As we drove home we discussed the practicalities of moving to Ogmore.

And, whilst it might seem perfect.

Where would we go to escape?