Anyone that follows my blog or has read the Silver Lake series knows I love the beach.
There is nothing like the feeling of sand under your feet to soothe the soul. It’s my quiet place. My happy place. My thinking place. My sanctuary….
Even in winter….no make that especially in winter….it holds a special kind of magic.
Would you believe me if I said the photo above had been shot in January? No? Well it was – the 1st of January to be precise.
In winter the beach tends to be virtually deserted. OK, it tends to be damn cold too! It’s Scotland – it can be damn cold in summer! On several occasions I’ve timed my visits just right and managed to secure the whole beach to myself for a few precious minutes.
Selfish I know but, in those few stolen moments, it’s MY space.
Space to daydream. Space to think things through (or over think them as I have a tendency to do). Space to seek creative inspiration. Space to reminisce. Space to shed private tears. Space to breathe. Space to recharge the batteries.
Without fail, I leave every time feeling calmer and more grounded. Maybe it’s the water themed name or the Cancerian birth sign but my soul is most definitely tied to the beach.
Where’s your happy place?