Come walk with me…………
I headed out in my new car, I’ll show you that in a moment, I didn’t get very far, as I passed by the sea front I realised that the tide was going out and before I new it I was turning into the car park, reminiscing about my childhood on the beach.
Most summers we went there and strange as it may seam we used to take both the dog Major (Golden Labrador) and cat Kitch (Siamese). We also often took a dingy and a massive tyre inner tube and long lengths of rope for when we went into the sea on them.
So I was stood on the sand remembering all of this, good old fashioned family days out, the beach used to be crammed packed full of families enjoying the sunshine, wind breakers and picnics, buckets and spades and every one playing games building castles and burying each other so that only heads and feet were sticking out of the sand.
Today however a beautiful day, warm and barely a breath of wind and I could count on one hand how many people were on the beach sometimes when you need to gather your thoughts it is good to go back to your roots and that is just what I did.
Loads of seaweed, we used to collect the black bobbly one and pop it like bubble wrap.
My Dad would take me by the hand and we would go crabbing, he would point out all of the different shellfish naming them for me, we would scoop up the sea water in a bucket and pop the little crabs in it, I always had to show my Mam my finds.
These are the rocks we used to search, always holding my Dads hand as some of the rocks were sharp.
Everything was so exciting, you forget that feeling as you get older. it was lovely to be exploring both my mind and the places that brought me so much pleasure as a child.
I walked a little further and found what I was looking for.
The caves, oh how I loved the caves, playing hide and seek, making a den, it could be a castle a home a shop the possibilities of the mind as a child is endless.
I decided to once again explore, I could smell the sea and there was a gentle breeze and I could hear the waves beating on the shore.
This one has a hole right through the rock face, it made me feel young again just being there, I could all but hear my mam shouting for me to come and have a sandwich (always egg and tomato).
The secrets of the cliffs, I’m sure these caves would have tales to tell.
Not a soul to be seen, it was refreshing looking out across the water.
Hiding, now one knows I am here, you can’t find me……. however they always did.
It looks like the birds have claimed this spot all to themselves, they had been doing a merry old dance before I got here.
I also spent many a day or and evening walk with my Grandparents and my cousin Susan, searching for pretty glass pebbles and shells, once we had enough we would bring them home and decorate plant pots and also the top of a little wall in my Nanna’s garden.
Still pretty pebbles to be found but not so many shells.
Pinks, blues, greens, reds, browns, knobbly and bobbly and striped, rough and smooth. the seas treasures.
I hope you enjoyed our walk together, I know I did. how far did we go?
Right to where the cliffs jut out into the sea.