We had to vacate the cottage by 10am on Saturday morning, which left us with plenty of time to have a relaxed journey back home staying off at one or two places on route. The first place we visited was the small town of Croyde with it's large sandy beach and sand dunes, very popular with young families and surfers. We spent a good hour here walking down to the sea's edge to have a closer look at the surfers braving the large swell, it was energy sapping for me, especially on the walk back to the car.
We agreed to make our way along the coast to the seaside town of Woolacombe with it's very long beach, and stay for lunch at one of it's many pubs. When the children were younger we spent a weeks holiday in a caravan here with many fond memories. After lunch one more stop at athe small village of Porlock in Somerset for a cream tea with scones and jam (not good for the candida, but can't be good all of the time!) - a fitting end to a lovely week.
The week had been filled with all kinds of emotions: laughter, tears, fatigue, frustration, a sense of achievement and even sadness at times due to the restrictions imposed upon me by this dibilitating illness but with hubby's and my friend's encouragement I managed to achieve far more then I thought possible and am so greatful to them all. At least I'm out there trying and am determined not to be beaten - I will one day be healed!