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  • As I drew closer to the beach, with my senses tingling in the fresh, clean air, I could hear the roar of the sea and feel the breeze tickling the hair around my ears.

    I felt the crunch of gravel and shells under my feet as I walked up a rise in the footpath, drawing ever closer to the roar, anticipating the beautiful and remote beach just over the rise.

    Oh, and the joy of seeing that long, wide, expanse of emptiness. The translucent, messy waves tumbling and falling into each other with thunderous abandon, crashing on the shore, then washing back harmlessly to re-form and crash again.

    The colour of the sea: a pale aqua marine, clean as sunshine under the low-hanging grey and threatening sky.

    The wet sand tugged at my feet, imprinting my footprints deeply but momentarily onto the ever-changing shore line.

    Granite boulders dropped like marbles at the end of the beach, smooth and worn by the elements, providing respite from the wind.

    I rested up against the rocks and counted my blessings.

    For being alive
    For being here
    For peace – and for splendid isolation
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