Steve and I made our first spontaneous trip to West Witterings today. I love this sand beach only 15 minutes from our home. We realised as we slipped off our shoes to paddle in the incoming tide that this was our first visit since becoming Mr & Mrs Harding. We have many fond memories of dates here. Candles in jam jars, mexican food as the sun went down, swimming in the freezing sea, bunking work for an afternoon of sunbathing. It was so relaxing just to take an hour out of the day to enjoy the smell of the sea and dream about having a home here part Boiler Room, part retreat for musicians recording at the Steve's studio. Dreaming is fun...