… in all its forms.
On a beautiful, windless, warm day when it is flat and stretches for miles, so still that you almost believe you could walk across it, way beyond the horizon.
On a blustery day when it spits foam at your stinging cheeks, glowering grey and angry, churning and spewing pebbles and driftwood in your path.
Or when it catches you by surprise and offers you some of its hidden secrets. When a day at the beach turns into a totally unexpected seal-watch; a small, slick black head pops up out of its waters and those enormous, shiny, charcoal eyes turn to check that you’re safe to be around.
Whatever the conditions.