We’re all at it. Across the northern hemisphere, bloggy buddies are stocking up on seaside time. Schools are reopening; we’re thinking about buying sturdy shoes. Lights are going on earlier, teenagers are getting exam results and packing for the move away from home. Autumn is becoming visible, but we’re holding on tight to the dreams of summer.
Tinman and Emma are going swimming, each with clothing dilemmas. Debra is looking at surf and sunsets, Lynda found herself again, e.e. cummings style. The regular reader knows I need no excuse to burble on about the restorative power of beaches, so, in a radical move, I’ll hush.
Oh, how I love a beach.