Ahhh, the beach at Seahouses! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
Coming back is like coming home. The sky is vast, and clouds drift across it in perfect harmony with the shifting water and sand below. There is time and space to breathe and relax.
There is so much to see.
Jewel-like rock-pools encrusted with shells and filled with mysterious collections of pebbles, seaweed, anemones and tiny darting fish.
Rainbows flickering in the ocean spray.
Rorschach images in the sand, left by the receding tide.
Endless reflections that leave you walking on air.
Changing moods - a landscape almost entirely stripped of colour on our final day.
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