I am sure I was a mermaid in a past life, not because of my swimming abilities, although I am quite proud of those, but because I am inexplicably drawn towards the sea. I love looking out a a huge expanse of water and wondering where it ends. I love the waves as they froth and crash onto the beach, and I love all the things that I imagine is going on underneath. I just love the sea.
So this weekend, I was feeling a little down in the dumps, life just has not been the same since Dotty Dog left us, and all I wanted to do was to have a walk on the beach, to let the salty sea air blow all those mouldy cobwebs away and clear my head.
On Saturday morning Hubster said "Let's go to Morecame", I ummed and ahhed, couldn't be bothered, not enough time, excuses, excuses, until he said "You've got 20 minutes to get in that car!"
Fair enough then, 18 minutes later my boots were on, hat and gloves dug out of the cupboard (not needed as it happened) and we were on our way.
I do like Morecambe, it's only an hour and a bit away from us, a few tatty shops, a few greasy spoon cafes, but a nice walk along the sea front and down onto the sand.
There are loads of these guys about too.
The promenade wasn't enough for me, I needed to be down on the sand with the risk of wet feet.
And soaking jeans at the back where my hems are too long.
While I was taking this arty shot, Hubster was taking one of me, taking it. Cheeky boy.
It was cloudy and fresh, but not cold. In fact quite warming when the sun poked it's head out from between the clouds.
We walked, then turned around and walked some more.
Lots to look at further down the beach, where the water has washed up all manner of sea treasure. Shells, crabs, the odd bit of sea-glass. And a solitary tennis ball.
I squatted down to have a good root about, see if there was anything worth pocketing.
...and this wee fella came right up to me to see what I was doing. I took a quick snap and left as I don't do flappy feathers, they send me into a right spin.
Crab! Sadly departed, or I would have thrown him back.
I did come home with a strange bit of pottery shaped like a mushroom, and a shell with some gorgeous colouring.
Oh, and a windmill, coz you can't go to the sea-side and not buy a windmill ;)