On this cold and windy winter’s afternoon, I was still revelling in the novelty that now, places like this were within an hour’s drive from home, rather than a stop in a holiday itinerary.
There is something special about the coast in winter. Such busy places in the height of summer. I tend to avoid them at their height, but in winter they seem to revert to places of solitude. Now standing on the beach being buffeted by the fierce winds I could almost hear the echoes of those visitors gone.
I love how the coast has a grounding effect. After the upheaval of leaving everything I’d known in the south east for the last 30 years and starting fresh back in the country where I was born, standing nearly alone (one other guy walking his dogs) on a nearly 3 mile stretch of shore put things in perspective.
