Friends in nice places

We all have days when things get on top of us, days when we need some homemade soup and a blanket over our knees and a good old black and white film on the box  (may I suggest “I know where I’m going” ). But better still is the ability to visit great friends in nice places.

Nice places come in all shapes and sizes. Some are big, some small, most (in my case) are far from grand, but filled with love. One friend’s home is a most magical place to visit at Easter time. Coming from Bavarian roots (she maintains), her house is strewn with spring branches and delicately painted eggshells dipping down from beneath the ceiling foliage. At Christmas her tree boasts real candles. You see, nothing fancy, but uniquely lovely.

Another friend has a real stand-out hideaway – a beach hut which you can sleep in, right on the pebble beach with no road, or even path between her and the stormy Kent coast.

friends in nice places

The hut-house is the complete opposite of any of those over-priced spa hotels. But it’s rich in that intangible bliss that is at once life-affirming, battery-recharging, soothing, quiet, alive and free.

We swam in the unexpectedly warm grey waves and then ran up the beach laughing & gasping for warm showers and tea.

These are the things that make life so incredible. That and your children telling silly jokes, a glass of wine or three with friends you don’t see enough of anymore. And love.  Of course that.

But, a special place in my heart has got to be for my wonderful friends in nice places -who are, as the saying goes – worth their weight in gold.

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