That’s beautiful, too, Ssssue, but I’m assuming a bit chilly this time of year? Mum’s gotten involved with my lottery plans, and she’s decided that when we win, we’ll close up both houses and just spend a year walking/wheelchairing around England! I wonder how much territory we could cover?
Flipping freezing here today. Tonight it’ll be -4 (Celsius in the U.K. not Fahrenheit NM). Not exactly sea swimming weather. Not that I’ve got a sea accessible wheelchair anyway. Plus that would be impossible on the pebbles too.
I doubt you’re used to stony beaches anyway NM, it’s common on the South Coast of England. I suspect because of the English Channel (which is the narrowish body of water between the U.K. and France). It’s not got enough power to smash the stones into sand so we have stony beaches. A bit sharp underfoot but at least you don’t get sand in your swimsuit!! (I remember this from when I used to swim in the sea every summer - I miss that! Even with the seaweed! That might be an anomaly to you too NM - weed in the water, a tad unpleasant but you get used to it!)
I remember getting off the boiling hot train from London on a baking Friday night, being met in the car by Mr Sssue (before we got married so I lived and worked in London all week then came to the coast for weekends). I’d change into a bikini in the car (yes, impossible to imagine doing now I’m a full time ‘wheelie’), then we’d park on the seafront and go straight into the sea. Float about in an attempt to cool down, then back home for a shower (pulling the seaweed out of one’s bikini bottoms as often as not!) then go out for dinner!!
I’m so glad I did that. I loved swimming in the sea!
Ssssue, I’m not familiar with beaches period, but I do know seaweed! We had a reservoir by a our house, and as kids we’d slide down the moss-covered overflow and collect handfuls of seaweed as we went along. And then throw them at each other. We’d go home and our parents always wondered why we smelled like rotting fish. We would’ve been grounded for life if they’d ever found out why, because the bottom of the overflow had a large drop onto sharp rocks. There was a definite trick to learning how to roll at the last minute to keep from going over the edge. Sometimes I wonder how we survived childhood.