Bognor Regis

Even if not once in a lifetime but we had once in a summertime heat in Britain last weekend. To celebrate and enjoy the unique weather we decided to go to the seaside. And to avoid the crowed of Brighton we chose a less popular destination – Bognor Regis.

Bognor Regis. It’s got a full name requiring some respect, maybe I should have said “We went to see Mr Regis”.

I expected it to be an old, cosy town with a kind of wisdom of the ocean in it and it didn’t disappoint us. It was welcoming and made us feel comfortable straight away. There were plenty of space to sit or even lie down and the sun was beautifully warm.


It wasn’t full of young party animals, there were rather young families and old people, so if anyone feels like in need of a calm day by the sea just book a ticket to Bognor Regis.


Let me fly again!

I killed it. My last excuse for not writing. Not writing my blog and not writing anything.

There is a hole growing inside me fed by guilt and by the urge that I should try it again. I should do what made me happy less than a year ago. Not like I’m not happy now. I am pretty much so; but I feel like I abandoned a part of me. Not intentionally – only to develop another part. Now I just have to find the balance, the golden middle way.

I miss to create, I miss to feel free, to feel that I have an insight into the worlds greatest mysteries.

And I have to discipline myself to write EVERY SINGLE DAY. Or at least every other day… or every week… OK just kidding!:)

So the journey continues…