The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. Jacques Cousteau
I love the beach. Being within walking distance of the sea was second only to being near Tiny’s grandparents in our list of reasons for moving to Devon.
I love how blue and sparkling it is on a warm summer day. I love how dark and brooding it looks when the sky is heavy with rain.
I love the feel of sand between my toes, and I don’t mind it in everything else. I love ice cream, and fish and chips. I love collecting shells and sea glass. I love rock pooling, building sandcastles and long walks with my shoes in my hands.
I love the smell of the sea, and all the sounds. Seagulls, waves, dogs, children. And most of all the sound the rocks make as they tumble into each other with each wave on stoney beaches like Budleigh.
And I love the barely veiled menace of the sea that is always there no matter how beautiful it looks.
We are tied to the ocean and when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came. JFK