Oh the feeling of a beach – the sound of waves crashing, often chorus of seagulls on the background, wind, sun… And the water of course: I love the sea in shades of turquoise and green, light blue – not so much when it’s grey and angry.
Today we had the first sight of the year of a British beach. It wasn’t very warm and the water was low (but the colour was lovely), although the tide starting turning and we got to admire the waves crashing and creeping up the shore. But it was still a great experience and made the mind so serene. That was our first beach walk of the spring in New Romney, Kent and we loved it!
Quintessentially English – colourful beach huts
Ok so where’s the water..?
And it wasn’t train spotting but house spotting that made me pick this beach. I just had to see this beautiful tower, which actually is a private home (with a lot of stairs if I may add)