SUN, SAND, SEA, SEAGULLS, SALT, SUNDAE
I spent Sunday at the sea side. It was a two hour drive each way, slightly longer on the way back due to congestion on the M25, but it was all worth it. It was so warm for a while, though not as warm as it was in London, and the sky was so blue that for a moment one could be forgiven to imagine being in the Mediterranean. Adding to the vista was the fact that the sea was a beautiful turquoise colour.
I went very early, but a lot of people had the same idea so the beach was already busy by the time I got there at 10am. By 12pm it was chuck full of bodies roasting in the midday sun. The tide was low, so there was a lot more beach sand area for people to occupy, so didn't feel too cramped. I could only imagine what it was like in Bournemouth or Brighton.
I didn't get in the water. The North Atlantic is still freezing cold at this time of year. There were braver souls than I in the water. It looked like a great time for all the young children running in and out of the water and throwing sand everywhere. Happy days.
I was in Littlehampton by the way. It's a beautiful seaside town that is much less popular than the Southhamptons and Eastbournes of this world. The promenade, though long, was simple and pedestrian only. There are two trains; one a miniature rail system, the other on tyres on the tarred road. Bars and kiosks are dotted around the promenade which are never adequate at this time of year for the number of people that need to buy some ice cream or cold drink. The looks are not enough either, evidenced by the long queues outside them.
One day someone will figure out that you need at least twice as many female toilets due to the logistics of the deeds.
Colourful beach huts are quite popular, and commonly seen, on British coasts but the ones in Littlehampton are a little different. They are grouped together in groups of threes, fours or fives by colour. I can imagine this is a very popular place for photography as it's very picturesque indeed. In spring and summer, the little plants and flowers growing by the huts present beautiful photography opportunities too, as do the seagulls that often perch on top of them.
Not to be outdone by the beautiful sea, sand, huts, or anything else, the clouds were doing their own thing on Sunday. I couldn't help spending some time grabbing some snaps of the sky, especially with the birds spreading their wings gracefully at low altitude.
Had my plans not changed, due to other people's plans changing, I originally considered moving temporarily to the seaside this summer so I could spend more time near the sea. Maybe next year.
Peace & Love,
Adé
