I was asked the favourite place question again the other day. Rain drops were chasing each other down the window in a race to the sill, the boys were sniffing and nose blowing, and we were all shivering slightly in a not put quite enough clothes on for the weather sort of way. I gave my it’s hard to choose answer. Then I looked out of the window, and it came to me.
We spent last winter on the beach. From November to March we were in Hawaii, New Zealand and Australia. We swam every week, usually every day. Sometimes we swam in pools, sometimes rivers or lakes, but mostly we swam in the sea. Clear, tropical, saltiness, as warm as bathwater. Sometimes there were big waves to duck under and make us scream, sometimes there were little spotty fish and coral to marvel at through leaky masks, sometimes there were surfers wearing Santa hats. Always it was warm. I couldn’t choose just one, but my favourite place was the beach*.
* Disclaimer: I reserve the right to have a different favourite place next week. And the week after that. And so on.