Day -283: Run Britain is born

I am aware that on a day like today I am pondering a run around the coastline of Britain through rose tinted spectacles. It is one of those winter days when the country is at its best: cloudless skies, frost covered grounds. And the run I have just completed (to close out a 45km week) was nothing short of magical. 

I am on the Suffolk coast, recovering from a year which ended with a referral to the psychiatric crisis ward. I still have appointments in the diary during which doctors will attempt to understand exactly what is wrong with my brain. But for now, I am in a place where I get to watch the sun rise over the sea every day, where I can run with uninterrupted views and where the night sky is unpolluted and vast on cloudless nights. 

The coast is healing. 

Which has got me thinking. What else can Britain’s coastline heal? 

The magic of the Suffolk coast