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On Sunday, John and I were thrown an unexpected couple of hours alone. As Joel disappeared on a hunt for flints with his visiting Italian uncle, we stood bewildered by what to do. Desperate for air after the celebrations of the night before, but away for the weekend without our walking boots, we struck out for the sea. 

Fiercely cold and intensely bright, it was a perfect day for a stomp along the promenade. The sea dazzled and the wind blew strong but - oh joy and pleasure - it miraculously blew behind us each way. So my long coat and untamed hair moved smoothly around me and we moved swiftly along together; discussing, looking and breathing in all that good air.

There are some days just made for fish & chips and this was one of them. Hurrying the short steps from our favourite fish restaurant to beach with our paper wrapped food, we settled on the shingle and dived in. Eating hastily, gloriously burning fingers and mouths, we stared in companionable silence at the surf and the gulls scudding and darting over the waves.  Denise's post beautifully captures how the sea can heal and settle. I've lived near the coast on and off for years but when living away it's the shift and swell and empty horizon that I crave. 

Refreshed and restored we retraced our steps, more slowly now, back towards the cliffs and to the cottage, where a ring of flints were joined by two perfect shells. It was a good day. 

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Reader Comments (6)

It does sound like a perfect day.
January 19, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterTracy
What a fabulous day you had. I love a winter beach and good fish & chips. It's a little warmer here, but I'm off for a morning walk along the cliffs. Ah...the sea.
January 19, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterDenise | Chez Danisse
Oh, perfect. Just perfect. Felt like I was almost there, too!
January 19, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAnna
Tracy, one of those days when - for a few hours - things just work.

Denise, a winter beach is the best. Enjoy your cliffs!

Anna, it would have been fun if you had :)
January 20, 2012 | Registered Commenterlittle house
When my husband and I returned from living in Ottawa for four years, I very seriously told him I would never live away from the ocean again. Not that I didn't like Ottawa, I just missed the ocean too much.
January 21, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterkate
I must say that if I lived where you do, I would never want to move again!
January 23, 2012 | Registered Commenterlittle house

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