Tis a bit of a cliche to go to the seaside dressed up as a sailor girl, but I did it anyway.
Oh how wonderful it was to inhale that sea air again!
CBC and I visited Newton by the sea with J and though it was a blustery day, it was sunny. CBC and I walked towards Dunstanburgh castle.
Such bursting joy and yet tranquillity surge through my heart simultaneously in a fusion that shouldn't work yet do. I don't care that I get messier and messier as the breeze laps at my hair because that is its overenthusiastic welcome. The smell, even when none-too-pleasant has its place in the joy of the situation. The stumbling over uneven patches of sand and the avoidance of large piles of Bladderwrack seaweed, these are all parts of that wild experience. The beaches in the north are wild, they are unforgiving at times, they lack Cornish and Southern prettiness, yet they have that menace and danger in them that their west-country counterparts have too.
There is a health and a rejuvenation in being blown around and hearing the compulsive returning of the tide. I find myself all too cross and grown-up at times but being here allows me to join in with my husband in fun antics.
Joy as he dashes up a slope and affecting crossness as he kicks sand into my shoes one too many times. Annoying but necessary in peeling back that grown-up and weary facade.
Such joy to be back at sea. Whether dressed as a sailor or not!?
xxx
