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I've been thinking about the sea this morning- in particular my local beach at home (well, it's the nearest to me at 11 miles away). I don't know whether it's because I'm thinking about going home for summer or because I've been reading old back copies of Coast magazine, but I really want to go there.
We spent hours at this beach as children, coming down at the weekends, or after school. On some summer evenings, my grandparents would come down, with a wind break and a stove and make cups of tea, whilst we played in the dunes.
We would come down early on Saturday mornings and dig for worms with dad, so he could go fishing.
As we got older we would come down for BBQs and parties on the beach, sitting wrapped up in layers, to keep out the cold wind.
A few years later still, there would be romantic walks and picnics, whatever the weather.
In more recent years- it's just like coming home- some where familiar, the view of Criffel over the Solway, the smells and sounds, the cold, cold wind (We are in Cumbria after all!) and if we're lucky a little ray of Sunshine.
It's where I'd go to walk, to think, to take the dogs, to look for treasures like sea glass, to blow away the cobwebs and just to 'Be'.
And in a few weeks that's what I'm going to do- because no matter where I am in the world, when I think about standing there looking at the sea, I know I'm
Where's "Home" for you?