Escape

Saturday 18th April and we’ve arrived at our remote holiday bungalow on a beach in north Wales,it’s breathtakingly beautiful. In front of us only a 100m away the sea, calm today as the weather is gorgeous. Behind us and at either side is the Snowdonia mountain range, it really is an area of outstanding natural beauty. I haven’t slept well for a few nights, unusual for me as I’m normally asleep within minutes of climbing into bed. No matter how much I try and push thoughts of my forthcoming breast cancer screening away, they seem to be able to creep back – mostly in the dead of night. Therefore I’m hoping being here, away from everything I will get a decent nights sleep, I am so tired. I’ve not had any alcohol for a while, it wasn’t a conscious decision, I suppose I simply got out of the habit. Prior to kidney cancer I was fond of a glass or 2 of red wine on week nights  (ok…occasionally 3) and could finish of several bottles of corona on a night out. Not drinking post surgery meant I gradually became a real lightweight in the drinking stakes until eventually I just stopped wanting a drink, mainly due to horrendous hangovers when I tried it. Now it simply doesn’t bother me and I’m more partial to fruit juice than merlot. However, I’m on holiday and having not slept for the past few nights I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple of glasses of wine . Therefore I’ve bought along some wishy washy rose,  I can handle that…