Well I am still convinced that the best part of going to Yoga at 6am on a Thursday morning is the breakfast afterwards! (Apologies to the lovely Louise Yoga Master if you are reading this, but hey, you know how we feel about our breakfasts!) Even in the rain. It looks cold and bleak, but it was quite a mild morning and the sun tried for a little while to force its way through the clouds on the horizon, it sent a few God beams through grey and then promptly gave up. But there was nothing finer that gobbling down some scrambled eggs and hot cup of coffee, just metres away from the beach, the waves rolling in, and breathing in all that fresh salty air. What a great start to the day, (yoga aside). I was momentarily tempted by the freshly baked fig muffins, the aroma was tantilizing, but last night's garlic aoli has lingered on my taste buds making anything sweet taste a little funny! Note to self, stay away from the aoli!
Stay aaaaaaawwwwwwaaaaaaayy! Which is what all my colleagues will be doing today, well almost all. :)