Every week the tractors come onto the beach here and rake the sand removing buried treasures and lost belongings that many a family have walked away from.
As you will see from the photo's below, the sky was a heavenly blue that you long for in foreign holiday brouchers, the beach was mostly deserted and undisturbed, except for the sound of the sea gently caressing the sand and the distant sound of excited children. A whole tranquil day. Bliss
I long to be near the sea, it's like a gently pulling magnet on my soul, I feel rested when I'm near the sea, calm and at home. I love the smell of the sea breeze, the way the breeze skips over your skin dusting it with a golden haze. There's nothing more relaxing than feeling the waves gentling curling around your feet, its healing power for both body and soul given unconditionally.
One day the sea will be my neighbour, growing old together, sharing our moods and joys on a daily basis as time just rolls on by but an old friendship re-kindled from when I was young, as though we had never been apart. x