Crystal Clear

Lying back in my dentist’s chair as he fixed a tooth that I chipped while waiting to board my flight back to London (thanks Aussie sweets), I couldn’t help but sidetrack from my mental to do list I was writing to reminisce about days gone by. Walking along the coastline, basking in the sun at dusk, avoiding both crocodiles and red dirt that would stain Balenciaga canvas – and just being lost in a place that felt like it had no sense of space or time (or Evian)… But above all, it was where I got to road test my summer uniform – camp collar boxy shirts, strappy sandals and reflective mirrored sunglasses – all giving me a head start to the season. So before I get pangs of depression at not being back at that crystal clear water, I remind myself I’m back on the move again in only a few weeks for another adventure… Albeit a cleaner one free of crocodiles and dirt. This trip did empty my mind of all the junk that can get built up from living in London. Now it’s as crystal clear as that water…