A comment or not, a thought, a quote or whatever-Let the pictures do the talking
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
home.
Where's "Home" for you?
Amanda x
Nothing like home...
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DeleteI know exactly what you mean. The beach of my childhood will always be home for me. That's a lovely photo. x
ReplyDeleteThis is one of the places I would call Graham's landing - a place next to the sea where I always go.
DeleteA lovely post. I could never leave the area I call Home, I'm too attached to it and there is nowhere I'd rather be. I have a label for 'home' blog posts and for me, it's the rocks that are often featured in my posts, in the south Peak District!
ReplyDeleteI always thought I would never move either! But no matter where I end up, its always nice to come home- and we're lucky to live in nice places like the peak and lake district :)
DeleteAs Rose Fern says, nothing like home, but I do get restless at times as I suppose we all do! x
ReplyDeleteItchy feet- but I keep coming back!
DeleteI love to travel, but I also love that feeling of driving down the hill to my home. We look across the River Dee to the Welsh mountains, and that view 'gets' me every time, even after nearly thirty years. (It's the view that's the header of my blog)
ReplyDeleteKathy x
Nice view- I had a peek- I have other views too that always make me smile- I should take some photos when I go home in summer:)
DeleteI bet you can't wait to get home, mine is a little beach called Clairevill, I used to sail with my Dad around there.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds a lovely thing to do with your dad
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