Well, I’ve made it to half way through the challenge! That’s better than I expected.

I have a friend, and for many years we talked about running away together to Cornwall; her, me and her dog. It was always our contingency plan if life became too much. Oh and it had to be in a vintage VW camper, obviously. Not sure where the money was coming from to buy said camper to be honest, and knowing what I know about these fabulous old vehicles, we’d probably need to hire an on board mechanic too. Female though, the only male allowed would be the mutt. But my friend’s life circumstances have changed pretty dramatically in the last three years, so our fantasy runaway may have to be put on hold for a few years.

Realistically, if I was ever in need of an escape now though, I would be more likely to head to Devon than Cornwall. I love both counties anyway, the pace of life and the coastlines ongoing attract me. Oh and the cider! But I’m more likely to favour Devon now because I have someone there I could run to, if I ever needed a bolt hole. Someone who loves me unconditionally and would be the perfect friend to offer me a safe space if required to explore my feelings. Someone who gives the best advice and isn’t afraid to kick my ass if needed. Where I’d be loved and cared for until whatever sent me running felt manageable again. And my vitamin sea tanks are refilled.

Because at the end of the day, running away is rarely the answer. Life has a habit of following you. Some respite is good, trying to escape permanently, not so much.