"I will stay until the wind changes"...Mary Poppins

Living on the coast you are profoundly aware of the seasons reshaping ...tiny refinements ... made by nautical gods customising their realm..ushering with each turing tide another meteorological element.

Sweeping, all enveloping sea fret drifts carelessly in & out, bright small pockets of salty sunshine glint or a brisk, blustery North Easterly...bellows ...squalling around your head & shoulders ...playing tug of war with your scarf & hair.

Walking wresting with macs & unbuttoned coats...or dodging rain showers & hail...creates the perfect excuse to stop for coffee & a warmed scone...or two.

As Autumn beckons & the Summer madness slowly fades...rock pools glimmer with steel grey reflections, footprints fill & fade with the ebb & flow of the saltwater...& the sands open out ...flaxen again ...wild & empty ...widening for miles. 

Tranquillity returns ...& the rhythm of the sea can be heard once again. 

As the Headland bumps into the descending clouds ....their  coastal paths merging within the darkening sky...its time to return home ears pinched with the cold...for steaming hot tea, in a candles glow...& a foraged crumble.

Love Susannah x

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