Morning! It is a beautiful, bright day here in Essex and I have had a sumptuous lie-in, then got up and cleared up the pigsty that has been the kitchen after a busy week whilst listening to John Williams filmscore sound tracks and then emptying the compost in the garden. It continues with washing and all those necessary mundane tasks that have to be completed.
However, since posting here has been very sporadic, I thought I'd resume my Whitby writeup from half-term since it is almost Easter and it is now rather overdue!
After our walk in Whitby, CBC and I took a wrong turning from Whitby towards Goathland and ended up driving through a nearby village called Sandsend where the sea and beaches were right by the main road. It was very easy to pull over and park (no charges between October and April- hurrah!)
The beach was sandy which then seemed to turn into more Shingle and stone as we walked on.
CBC was perfectly content to watch the waves for a while whilst I searched for sea-glass.
Alas, as the tide was coming in, and I wasn't paying attention, my feet were quickly immersed in water which went over the top of my boots resulting in much squelchage.
The persistent surge of the waves is such a soothing accompaniment to beachcombing and I confess to a inner quietude laced with a fervent joy as I advance at a slow tempo along the stony terrain.
The froth ices everything in a thin layer for such a insignificant period of time before it returns from whence it came.
CBC joined in the beach-combing occasionally and rather liked the cappuccino-hued smoothness of this morsel.
The stones never quite retain their magical sheen if one removes them from their home but it is a joy to see familiar shapes gleaming as you walk. A heart for Valentines day.
I spied the odd thrilling piece of smoothed seaglass. Do you spy it?
Maybe this one is more obvious with its Emerald-city shades.
And the odd translucent milky shade accompanied by quartz.
Every so often, a wave would leave iridescent bubbles lingering on the surface of an honoured pebble.
And the odd stone dons a stylish quartz belt.
And finally, a heart-shaped fragment of seaglass in honour of St Valentines, held up alongside my beloved in the distance.
Odd pieces of quartz mixed with other elements held up to the sunset yields an inner magic.
Whilst the waves continue their ceaseless ostinato.
As the misty air gives a turbulence to the ever-progressing waves, we feel it is time to retreat.
With a few more lingering glances.
"Come back soon!" the waves seem to entreat us as they lick at our feet.
Whilst we traipse back towards the car, my reluctance to leave results in a death-pace glancing ever downwards seeking a final treasure.
Nothing to see here but a myriad of proud grey tones.
And more quartz adornment.
But wait! What is that? Long lost ceramics or pottery?
And a long-smoothed seaglass pebble.
A farewell emerald...
And a final flurry of bubbles.
Sandsend- our time with you was short but it was filled with beauty, thrills, solitude and magnificence. We thank you.
xxx
