As I washed and dressed this morning I wondered whether fires are allowed on the beach. Over the past few months I'd been collecting and drying driftwood, thinking it might be nice to have a little fire on the beach to sit at and reflect or meditate.

The waves broke with a 'flop' sound, rather than a 'crash'. I loved that sound; as if the wave couldn't really be bothered to be a wave, but it forced itself to do its job.

I knew that this morning I was going to be 'paying for it' so after an extra hot, extra long shower, I worked some peppermint leg oil into my ankles, knees, wrists, shoulders; all the joints I could reach. I rummaged around for my 'workout' wear because I wanted that kind of support today. By the time I got to the kitchen I was a walking peppermint support stocking.

The light danced behind my eyelids as I took some deep breaths. The orange light soon turned into warm light, wrapped itself around me and in through the top of my head.

As I dressed and brushed teeth, the thoughts and inspiration grew and swirled around the bathroom. By the time I exited to put the kettle on I'd already settled on a title. It felt like a scene from that movie, 'Limitless'.