"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds you in its net of wonders forever." ~ Jacques Cou

The journey was smooth, even the cliff-edge bus ride that made up the last leg. It had practically been a tour of the island's most beautiful coastal stretch in what must be the island's oldest bus. Gorgeous and wild, enticing yet dangerous...everything any girl could want from a Friday night when she had everything she needed yet nothing she needed to do and nowhere she needed to be. Time could be officially suspended.

I dropped my bag at my feet to walk the sea wall, dug cold toes into shadowy sand, picked across jagged rock pools to a cave and - when I met the farthest reaches of the beach - played chicken with the crashing waves. Stashed for the journey was a food parcel from the previous evening when I had swapped organic vegan elbow grease for good old fashioned nutritional knowledge (over a smörgåsbord of nut cheeses and raw cakes) then come away with a lunch box.

I was keeping an eye out for shiny, fleshy sea spinach and remembered reading that leaves should be stripped from the central spine but there were no spines anywhere from which anything could be stripped, centrally or otherwise. Never one to be disheartened for long though, the setting sun chasing away the last gusts of warmth seemed to permit me to trail to Coombe Martin's gem, Cranleigh House.

https://www.cranleighhousehealing.co.uk/

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