Relaxing and Recharging in St. Andrews

My first memory of St. Andrews: getting lost on the beach aged 5, being brought back to my near-hysterical parents by the “Beach Police”.

Luckily, when I went back last week, I didn’t get lost. Instead, it felt more like a homecoming. I was in Edinburgh for my birthday (hip hip hooray! Although - slightly terrified to be 25) and for a close friend’s wedding. By the end of the week I was feeling a bit frazzled, so we all headed up to St. Andrews for some sea air and fish and chips.

St Andrews is an hour’s drive from Edinburgh, and is mostly a relaxed seaside town with pretty shopping streets and a really good uni (it happens to be where Kate and Wills went. Oo-er.) But its main draw, for me, is the sea.

AH the sea. Whenever I’m by the coast I think, “why don’t I live here again”?! It sounds like a cliché, but there’s something about miles of soft beach dotted with shells, the slow hum of the tide, and overhead circling of birds that’s just so good for the soul. It was nice to just walk, to gorge on some of the most delicious fish and chips I’ve ever eaten (Tailend, FYI), and just

breathe.

We even had a game of pitch and putt – needless to say, Dad won, I lost (maybe I let him win because it was Father’s Day. Maybe I didn’t.) All in all, we came away windswept, full and ready for another week.

Have you ever been to St. Andrews?