Writing about walking in my last post has got me thinking a whole lot about it and my favourite walks which I’ll cover in depth over time but today I was just thinking… I miss the sea. Every time I go home the first thing on my list is to put on my trainers and head to the sea.
I grew up by the sea, and I totally took this for granted. It wasn’t till I left home at 18 and moved to Leeds that I suddenly realised, “Where is the sea?” I felt a bit claustrophobic.
My earliest memories of the sea are being at primary school and finding starfish and crabs in the playground. My school was across the road from the beach and seagulls would drop them as they flew overhead.
When it was a really stormy day my dad used to drive down and we would sit while the waves went over the car, which I now know is really bad for your car but at the time it was fun and scary.
As I grew up it was always there, ever present, but I never gave the sea its full value until now.
Now I appreciate it for it’s beauty, always changing. It can be wild, still and open. It can be loud and crashing or soft and whispering but most of all I love it because of how it makes me feel. It makes me calm, it makes me feel safe, it makes me feel inspired. It makes me feel at home.