It felt the best way to get over the Christmas Mince Pie fest was to get some fresh air and stretch the legs. Leaving the overly hot lounge strewn with presents to clear the mind out in the open.
Although there wasn't much surf on, the south devon coast was blowy enough to clear the cob
webs and party haze away and to suck in the delights of bracing bays.
Even a small amount of time in the sea spray and blustery blue can inspire the mind to think
of taking on the world in the year ahead and doing all the great things that you always say you will. Just long enough until you realise your toes are numb and you're craving another mince pie..