Camping and Croyde

The last few months its really weighed down on me, that i'd never get to go to croyde again, i'd never get to surf for hours, sunbath until light and crispy, go for late night walks to the beach, watch the sunset from the dunes, shell hunt or go kart. I'd never get to visit my holiday paradise and i'd never get to feel as free as i do when i'm there. Theres something about the atmosphere, the surroundings and setting that makes me feel at home, i feel creative, mellow, relaxed and rejuvinated at the same time. Although i often fear the sea, i fear the waves crashing down over me, i love the surge of adrenaline as i zoom by swimmers on a crashing wave, as i leap off as it breaks and float lazily upon the water with manda. Croyde is my retreat, it's my paradise, my fantasy, its my perfect place and it hurts to realise it can be gone in a second. However sollutions often come at that point, at the point of realisation, just as you give up, the answer arises, it appears as if from no where. And luckily my answer came at that moment, at that cross roads between dreams and fears. Nat and barton missed camping with the gang just as me and daniel did, so what do you do if you crave to camp, crave to go to that paradise one last time and crave to drive your car? It seems to simple and so obvious, drive up and camp in croyde. DRIVE!CAMP!PARADISE! Another great mood booster is, i'm driving me and daniel up to alton towers on monday, for a day of fun, sun and friends. What could be better?