Every day when i log onto the internet i am looking directly at my favourite place in the world - Salcombe.
When i was little the only place i ever wanted to be was in Salcombe. And i think that's because some of my happiest times were spent on the beach or on my grandad's boat.
And now i'm older i still love Salcombe, but i think the dream i once had is alot different to reality i see now.
When you are young everything is simple. When i was young Salcombe was a magical place i loved to visit. The houses were pretty and i loved to look at the boats, and watch the lifeboat go out to sea. When i was little i longed to go to Jazz night at Dusters Bistro and request my favourite song, Onions.
But now im an adult, and the dream is different. Now i wish i could win the lottery so i could afford to live in Salcombe. I wish that i still had friends down there so when i went i didn't feel like a complete outsider. I wish i felt that i could fit into the lifestyle. And i don't mean the 'yuppy holiday home London types', i mean to be a local. To have a house or a flat. So in the morning i could stroll down Fore Street, get a fresh loaf of bread from the Upper Crust, get a paper and sit in my window (a balcony would be better) and overlook the water. I would want to live there all year round, not just when the weather is nice.
I understand why my dad isn't in love with the place. If i had never grown up there in my summers i would not be able to appreciate the real beauty of it. But still, everytime i look at the webcam my stomach flips.
I can't help being in love with the place!
