Last week, I went back to the Belgian seashore, but for a few days this time. My mum and I rented a tiny flat just in front of the sea. I envy people who live near the sea and can enjoy their breakfast facing the immensity of the grand bleu. The sun hid until the very last day of our stay but it's fine by me, the Belgian beaches are the best under a gloomy grey sky in my opinion. Nothing does melancholy quite like them.
The bonus of this trip was holding my very first Lula magazine, I couldn't believe my eyes when I found a copy on the shelves of a little newsagent in this tiny Flemish town. After checking about a thousand magazine and bookshops in London, I had lost all hope and it found me in the least expected place.