With a soundtrack that included the mellow voices of London Grammar, The XX and Angus and Julia Stone – we soaked in the dawn, finding our own oasis in marshlands not far from the city.
She brushed sleep out of her eyes, a little dusty from her wedding wash-up the day before, but I was eager – how often do you have a beach to yourself, a ballerina, and the perfect dawn? As she flew across the sand, bare feet barely touching the ground – her slightly damp hair flying out behind her, I knew there would be no regrets. Sleep could wait. Sleep can always wait.