Woolacombe Beach, North Devon. A vast expanse of sand, with chip vans strategically posted along the beach in summer, what a wonderful idea!
Dunes to climb, sheep moving in strange, slow scattered formations across acres of green valley behind, ice cream shops, Londis store, and family attractions.
All the worries of the modern world disappeared. Everything that seems so intense and pressing in Madrid evaporated. I ran ecstatic down the beach in the rain at dusk pursued by wild-eyed seagulls.