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Friday, 4 August 2017
I've just come back from a week spent at Beadnell Bay, Northumberland with the bereavement group. I couldn't bring myself to think of it as a "holiday" as holidays were things which I went on with Kev and this was a totally different experience. It was however a break away and, although it had difficult moments and one morning spent walking in tears along the beach, it was in many ways a positive experience, a chance to meet new friends and try to enjoy life in some measure. I had some nice boat trips around the Farne Islands where I saw
seals and puffins. I had two meals at the Craster Arms in the village, good company, a fair bit of wine, some ice cream and some sunshine. So many people seemed to think it was very constructive that I was joining a break like this less than a year after being widowed. I didn't feel I'd done anything particularly brave, I don't find meeting new people particularly daunting and at least this option gave me company. If I had been on my own all the time, it would have finished me off but there was a trip out somewhere every day and evening meet ups for meals/ pub/ beach barbecue every night.
I was quite glad to come home but overall it was a positive experience, one I would most likely try again if it coincides with the summer holidays again next year.
For reasons of privacy I won't post pictures of the people - but the dogs - lovely dogs which were there in abundance are another matter!