It was only the other week when we made for the coast with nothing more then hot water bottles, painkillers and, the most important part to any adventure recipe, a flask of tea. As the evening crept in, we rolled into the coastal carpark with our fish & chips and tea; and simple enjoyed.
The sky was a fluffy blanket of ominous grey and made us question why we was making this trip at all – the sea – we was reminded. Those light blue waves of the evening sea, the smell of seaweed and the cold winter air, full of sea-mist in all its glory! The street lights slowly went on in the distance of a neighbouring bay and the sea somehow became more magical. It’s current calmed, and we surrendered to a piece of tranquility gifted to us by nature, herself.
In the depths of winter I forget how refreshing the sea is for my soul. How much I need it to cleanse and clear those cobwebs that drag me down. I think, maybe, it’s something we all need at times.
Cheerio for now!