I gave up trying to sleep and walked to the beach.
It was a stunning morning, small waves lazily crashed on the sand and the shifting mercurical surface of the water stirred my memories.
I walked down to the water’s edge expecting to be shocked by the cold, blue Pacific but to my surprise, the water felt warm. I must have hardened being back in the UK.
I remember swimming in the late summer when the water had finally warmed up. At other times it was freezing and the waves brutal.
A perfect wave curled up on the horizon and stood still for a second before crashing down.
I stood up, brushed the sand off and went in search of coffee.
Despite sleep deprivation, a lovely start to the day.