I spent three amazing years at Plymouth University, and the majority of friends I met were the best kind of people for adventures. Regularly woken up at 6am for a drive down to the coast for the best surf, or bundled into a van with ten other people to a remote campsite on a cliff edge were some of my fondest memories. Since I've left the south for the busy city of London, it's harder to get everyone together when you are all around the UK and can't just skip a few lectures. So a few summers ago, I was glad to make it to Salcombe with a group of people I barely knew (as usual) for a camp and a chill. Having read that Salcombe was one of the top ten places to live in the UK, it was easy to see as soon as we got there.
After a treacherous journey to a tiny secluded patch of grass on a hillside (and a corner so steep to get into it that you had to do numerous three point turns) we had made it.
The weekend was perfect; no phone signal and surrounded by people who were happy go exploring in the hills, grab a board and surf and whip up some fine dining over a portable cooker and blazing fire. Of course, upon finding out there was a local fete on, we invaded in our masses of three laughing women and a bunch of 6-foot surfers to it, spending money on numerous scones, teas and throwing stuff at coconuts.
Heading to Salcombe Bay laden with the resident whippet, ice-creams and warm layers, we quickly got the boat across to get some much-needed warmth from pies and stews at the local pub, before heading back for an evening of drinking and relaxing.
When we're all stressed and worn out from being online, sometimes all you need to do is put the phone down, grab a surfboard and head into the open air with great company to put everything in perspective.