It’s difficult to believe, but our era of Saltburn is already over. Though it seems to me that we moved there two months ago, time passed faster than one could have expected, Saltburn’s page must be already turned. This article is written from our new home in London.

Life in a tiny British village had its pros and cons, and I still can’t decide which made the majority. A rare possibility to contemplate the sea every single day was covered by a sharp lack of cultural activities, low cost of life – by hours of driving to the closest place with any decent entertainments, proximity of the gorgeous nature – by a strong loneliness. One year and a half in Saltburn is a sweet and sour experience, but as it always happens, at the end it will stay only sweet.

How can we sum up these months in a village on the North Sea coast?

• We met friendly and kind people.

• We took at least two hundred different views from our window.
• We learnt how to enjoy barbecues in a mist

• We had Xavier’s bicycle stolen.
• We learnt how to surf.

• We ate almost in every establishment of the town, which is kinda rare thing to do.
• We walked probably million times on the beach.

• We were happy there. And sometimes unhappy.

• We saw some snow only half of a time.
• We drank probably 20 litres of tea. Each. Per month.

• We were lost in the monoseason which dominates the whole year round.
• We ate a record number of horrible take away pizzas

• We developed a liking to the Fish’n’Chips

• We tried the flavors of ice-cream whose existence we even didn’t hear of.

• We were falling asleep listening to the wind hitting our windows.