Many of us are swimmers and at times this year we’ve been missing dipping in to our watery worlds, but between us we have so much water to share; the Irish Sea, the Thames in London and Berkshire, the River Avon in Bristol and ponds and puddles in parks and on pavements.
Seaside One son gave me a book The Healing Powers of Water another, Wave Watchers Companion. In my cocoon I take them from my shelves and though we may not swim or even paddle, today they say we may again walk along the sea front, watch waves, breathe in healing sea air Rosy Wilson
Photos by Rosy, Gail, Paul & Anna
At the Seaside Families pitch camp for the day, windbreakers of vivid colours flap and snap in the summer breeze, Grans and grandads languish in the sun as children released from loving arms run to the water's edge shouts of sheer joy explode as they plunge into the sea. The ice-cream man sells his wares from a white box he carries on broad shoulders stepping carefully between towels and sunbathers. The insistent wind carries music from a tiny radio tucked under a deck chair, voices from a small boat, which has come close to shore, beckon friends to swim out. In the crook of the sheltered harbour yachts with romantic names 'Sandrine' and 'Grecale' wait patiently sails tucked in, anchor fixed on the sandy seabed, moving languidly with the rising tide; a fishing vessel, lilting to one side precariously chuggs its way to the small port. Maura O'Neill
Wild white waters Hurtle waves, spray soaks Unwary walkers Rosy Wilson
Recommended Reading
- Waterlog Richard Deakin
Art within the Cracks 