Sunrises and Paddleboarding

26 August 2015

On Saturday morning, I walked through the door at 7am. My housemate was up and like a parent jokingly said, 'And what time do you call this young lady?' It had been a rather crazy night. Drinks in one place moved onto drinks at another, which ended up in a karaoke bar and me singing a variety of songs including I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston, and Don't Go Breaking My Heart with one of my best friends (I sung the part of Elton of course). Some Welsh people had befriended us and before we knew it, we were eating chicken at 4am and sitting by Bournemouth Pier with guitars and singing songs until the sun rose.

...which of course finished with us doing yoga on the beach at sunrise. And me being photobombed by said random Welsh guy.

After a 3 hour nap, Sara and I arose to find much needed food. A fry up in my local cafe Cool Beans did the trick, plus they're dog friendly which means Max is always in there with me. After filling our stomachs to be rid of the copious amounts of alcohol we had drunk the night before, we drove to Sandbanks in the sunshine to watch the Bournemouth Air Show from the sea on paddleboards. The sea was incredibly choppy but it made standing all the more fun, as we were being thrown off into the sea every couple of minutes.

Despite the waves, I even managed to secure one handstand on top of the paddleboard, although there is no photo evidence of this (damn it!). However, in the video below, you can see me attempting a few more goes and failing! Watching the planes from the sea was incredible. They looked like graceful birds swooping around from side to side, and the sound of the Vulcan nearly threw us from the paddleboards.

The following day, after another breakfast at Ludo Lounge (again, dog friendly so Max was on guard duty) Sara made her way home and I walked from Southbourne to Bournemouth with Max to catch the last day of the show. Torrential rain turned into blazing sunshine, just in time for the show to begin. The Red Arrows always go down well and are truly a symbol of Britain, but the Vulcan really stole the show. With her ample wingspan and ear bursting screech, you can hardly miss her. Unfortunately, she will be retired in a few months due to health and safety reasons, so it was wonderful to see her fly twice this weekend.

It was one of those weekends that don't come around very often. One where every moment, you're laughing and smiling. I needed one of these weekends and I'm so very glad it came along at the right time.

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  1. It was a brilliant weekend! Thank you for having me πŸ˜„πŸ‘πŸ’œ

  2. This sounds amazing. Im such an old woman i wouldnt even last till like 1am. Im am proud of you!

    ​​Leanne​ x​
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