09/10/2026
There’s a particular kind of quiet you only find on a long, narrow island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. No cars, no roads to speak of, just sand paths, bare feet and water on both sides of you wherever you walk.
The days settled into a rhythm pretty quickly: an early swim before the heat kicked in, breakfast that somehow turned into a two-hour affair, snorkelling straight off the beach (turtles, baby reef sharks and an unreasonable number of fish), a book I actually finished, and sunsets that made everyone on the beach go quiet at the same moment.
What I didn’t expect was how much my brain would slow down. Somewhere around day three I stopped reaching for my phone every few minutes and started noticing things instead: the colour of the water changing through the day, the crabs scuttling across the sand at dusk, how good it feels to have nowhere to be.
I’ve spent a long time treating rest as something you earn once everything else is done. This trip was a good reminder that it’s part of what keeps everything else going.
Saving these for the grey London mornings ahead.
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