Sunday, 3 November 2013

Sleep Walker

Wide open spaces. A void. Foreverness. 
I love beaches, be it a small cornish cove, or a bleak and enormous stretch of sand and windy dunes. Living in a city, even one as small as Bath gets really claustraphobic, and sometimes for no reason at all you need to drive 40 miles to the nearest bit of coast and violently assault your senses with harsh wind, salty air and an infinity of steely grey spread out before you, inviting you, taunting you. 
I've grown up on the sea, its my life. I know that sounds like a cliché statement, but living by the sea really does affect you in some way (Or it does for me at least). I think mentally I dry out; I need water the same way a plant needs sun light. My happiest state on earth, is floating; floating on the waves with my eyes closed with a salty breeze on my face with the cool water swilling about my fingers and toes. I don't care about cold water, I don't care if its the evening and the suns going down. I love having a beach to myself, and feeling like I'm the last person on earth. I love feeling as though the sea is a friend, a foe and family. Its a friend, because it is always there for me, a foe because it challenges me and sometimes frightens me, but family because I've grown up with it a part of me. I cannot survive without it. I can't even describe its importance, words don't always fail me but to describe the sea they do. 
Often, if not every night I dream about the sea. I dream that I should swim to a desert island, and live there forever eating coconuts (Which actually taste edible in my dreams :p) Sometimes I dream I live in a small wooden shack on an enormous grey lonely beach on the Scottish islands, and I have each and every day to myself to just stare at it and never spare a thought for society and its regimented monotony. 
One day, I'll return to my home county and I'll be comfy and I'll be happy. I'll spend my evenings sitting wrapped in a blanket curled up in the dunes watching the stars come out, or skimming the waves with my fingers on my surf board, or discovering little sea critters and shells whilst snorkeling on the rocky coves around south Cornwall. One of my favourite things to do, is to swim upside down, so Im looking upwards at the surface of the water, and I can see the sparkles of sunlight dancing. Sometimes I lift my fingers out to touch the air, and its the most remarkable feeling. I've rambled too much, but today I feel sentimental; no matter how many cups of water I drink, I still feel as though I'm drying up. 



  1. You are an incredible writer... and the photos are equally dreamy.

    1. Thankyou so much Isa! :P
      Im rather a fan of your blog too >.<
      Its really nice of you to take the time to read my thoughts and photographs :) ♥

  2. Oh my GOD. How gorgeous are those photos?!


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