A Morning at the Beach

I've had a couple of down days. Days where I don't really want to do an awful lot apart from curl up in bed and read a good book. This seems ok at the time but leaves me feeling like I've wasted a day. Last night I decided that I needed to shake myself up and get out and DO something! 

So I decided to do one of my most favourite things in the world which is go to the beach. 

I'm really lucky. If you go to the end of my road and turn right, you can be in the city centre in 5 minutes. If you turn left you can be at the coast within 15 minutes. That really is the best of both worlds.

It is amazing the feeling of serenity that I get at the beach. Just listening to the deep bass rumble of the ocean is enough to put aside all the crappy thoughts I may be having. 

It also makes me feel like I want to cry a lot of the time when I'm there. I think it's the peace and quiet that does it. I didn't though, too many people around for a moment of complete selfishness. People are sweet. If they see someone having a cry the instinct is to go and make sure they're ok. But most of the time the need to have some kind of mini meltdown is extremely private and is best done without interruption. 

We call them 'healing tears' around here. :) 

I digress. 

My absolute favourite time to go to the beach is in the winter months when the wind is whipping and the sea is just a field of white horses. As you can see from the first pic below, there is a harbour wall at this particular beach. Nothing compares to watching the waves crash on to this wall and the spray fling 20 or 30 feet in the air. It leaves you feeling completely energised  and humbled at the power of nature's fury. Immense.

Will try and get pics when the weather turns.  

As of now, I feel better, more at peace. This is good.  :)