Bleak beach

Seasalter: it was an ‘Every day is like Sunday’ kind of beach.

There’s something about beaches like this that I love. They inspire me; I feel like I could spend a week holed up in a beach hut, looking out (way, way out!) to the sea, drawing pictures, making things, taking photos… If I could write, I’d want to write a novel too!.

Long walks along windswept beaches, sitting in the same spot looking at all the different pebbles, drinking hot tea / eating melting strawberry ice-cream from the amazing Bistro Cafe 400 at Seasalter, reading the whole paper and doing the crossword too, getting some knitting done and just being…