Chalkwell Beach. Full stop. That's literally all I'd jotted down for the day β and right underneath it, in my own handwriting, sits one lonely "Oprah Winfrey." π€
I won't lie to you or make up some story β I honestly don't remember why I wrote that. Maybe it was a conversation on the beach, maybe it was a joke, or maybe my brain was just fully in seaside mode. π
So consider this post a note to myself: next time, I'm writing things down in more detail. Until then, Chalkwell remains the beach where something happened that even I can't explain. ποΈ


