Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Otherworldly Beaches: The Day We Explored Bedruthan Steps

Some beaches are for summer & others are not. The sort of beach that we explored for the first time on Tuesday was one of the latter. 
The popular impression of the quintessential beach day out is one of bright blue skies, ice creams, deck chairs & inflatables, picnics and quite often sunburn. Although I love to be on the beach in the summer, I'm not inclined to squeeze myself between the crowds on the popular beaches and fight for sunbathing space. I'm more likely to visit in the evening as people are leaving and the sun is still warm or maybe go to the Lido at Penzance instead. My favourite way to experience the beach however is in the off season, when the waters are grey & misty, the shores are windswept & all sorts of interesting critters and treasures are thrown up on the sand. 
I love examining pretty seaweeds, barnacles & venturing into dark caves so when our Tuesday off was grey & delightfully moody, Jon & I knew it was the perfect day for the beach because luckily for me, those are his favourite things to do too. 

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

One September Later: New Fortunes & a Fresh Perspective

The rain is falling in the sort of way that sheer veil curtains float in the breeze. It's perpetually damp out there & everything is sodden. It's a far cry from the enchantingly warm day we had yesterday & the dreamy weekend we've enjoyed; exploring new parts of the country, catching sunsets on the castle causeway quite by accident and afternoons searching about sea caves & belly surfing a giant inflatable melon on the waves. 


Friday, 28 July 2017

The Vanishing Girl: Postcards from Life Lately

I sort of disappeared. Went underground. It wasn't intentional. 
Everyone has all sorts of relationships with & ideas about social media; the pressures of sharing, the negative health effects, how it can absorb us & cause us to only want to share the best or perhaps alter ego of ourselves.  Those feelings and points are all 100% valid. I'm not going to tell you I needed a break, or time away. I'm not going to tell you that I went 'unplugged' for my mental health because that wouldn't be true. I mostly feel very much on the outside of the social media club. I don't feel the pressures to post or share regularly or with rhyme & reason. I come and go when and as I feel, and for a while... I just wasn't here. But I assure you, I've been happy, really happy. And just because I haven't been documenting them here, doesn't mean I haven't been off meandering about the island... because I've racked up more British isles miles this summer than I think I have in about ten years. 

I'll let you know gently in advance - I'm not about to open an intriguing philosophical discussion or share a whimsical work of fiction. Here are some postcards from the last few months... the quiet months where I vanished, the months that weren't in fact quiet at all. 


Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Life in London so far...

One month of my precious six months here has already gone. Already gone. I can. not. believe it. I've only just started to feel settled and find my feet in this place and my gosh am I loving every minute of it. Who'd have even thunk it? That the ocean obsessed little seafairy would love living in a crowded, stinky, loud & utterly wonderfully vibrant city like London. 

It's still early days to say whether I'll choose to stay here at the end of my 'long vacation', these days I'm making a habit of living in the present and not over thinking what's around the corner, instead focusing on today. Now. This week. Maybe this month at a very big push. 
So what's new here? What's life like in a city through the eyes of someone who's used to the ebb and flow of the tide, living slowly and idly by the meadows and always having the time to do nothing?

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

The Good Thing About Rainy Days

On this island we are by nature sun lovers* because we live in Britain and we don’t see a lot of it. The tiniest ray of warm peeping out behind a cloud and we’re out in the garden with picnic blankets and pimms trying our best to photosynthesise like the little, overly-polite and personal-space loving pot plants that we are. I had the fortune to spend this weekend at a delightful friend’s wedding in Cheltenham and we had fun grilling the Texan’s about whether they ever got tired of the sun. Apparently people CAN tire of the sunshine. Could you believe that? After weeks of a pretty decent and unexpected bout of sunshine most unprecedented in April, the clouds found us again and the grey came back. Sky water decended and life went back to normal. 

*There are also people out there on this island who don’t enjoy sunshine. These people are possibly vampires. If you are one of these people and believe you are not a vampire, it would be advisable to consult your nearest doctor and book an appointment just to be sure. Especially if you have a fondness for red coloured foods and beverages. 

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

The Peculiar White Cliffs: Adventures at Old Harry Rocks

Hello! Welcome back to something a bit more in the usual spirit of the Salty Sea Blog. I can't keep dragging this space down with lamentations of sad break up feels so it's time to revert back to some sort of normality here and share a recent exploration. Today we are venturing to a spot of different coastline, one quite different to my own dearest playground of pirate coves and crumbling scrubby cliffs that are to be found in South Cornwall. The White Chalk Cliffs are a sight that has fascinated me somewhat over the last few years and one of my favourite features of quintessentially English countryside. You won't find this sort of coastline where I'm from and there is something so compelling and attractive about it; the colour pallets of white on aquamarine with the little caps of bright green grass, it's just something I've always found charming since the first time I saw them. I've looked for excuses time and time again to photograph the chalk cliffs and got my first chance last summer when I went to Beachy Head near Eastbourne further up the south coast in the East. This weekend, I got my second chance when I visited Dorset and spent the Sunday doing exactly what perfect Sunday's are for in my world: sunny afternoon explores & frolicking by the sea. 


Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Changing Winds

Spring has come in on the breeze like the smell of magnolia & apple blossom and with it, brought warmth, peace & a confidence that all will right itself soon. 
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