February 08, 2012

Devon





The sea was grey against a backdrop of a dark, rain laden sky, a vista without contrast but with beauty in its bleakness. Small waves grumbling against the shingle beach with each vane exertion to push water onto the hinterland. The stiff breeze made us tuck our chins into our collars but the chill and the stone grey environment in which we walked felt invigorating, the extra effort needed to walk on a shifting, sinking floor made our legs ache but it was rewarded with the feeling of being alive - very alive.







9 comments:

  1. No doubt, you have found it, Dave. A beautiful, beautiful piece...

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  2. Very nice Dave..There is much I can relate to in this piece.

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  3. Erin, Gurn Thank you - really appreciate your comments.

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  4. Beautifully written Dave, a treasure in itself. Brought back memories of beach combing on Chesil beach a little further along the coast. It amazes me how you can walk upon millions of similar shaped stones but your eyes hone in on something 'special'. Nice one

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  5. A very exceptional and beautifully crafted read Dave, I especially liked the following, which was so wonderfully and aptly put.

    the search for a little symmetry against a background of chaos, find that, hold it in your hand and let the wind and rain blow all it likes, you have found your treasure.

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  6. Is there anything quite as beautiful and at the same time a lethal as the sea.

    One day i will retire to live by the sea, it fascinates me, i can watch it for hours.

    Nice one Dave, you have me thinking of a future by the sea now!

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  7. I have to say Tom, as much as I love water the sea doesn't really do it for me. Nicky loves it but give me a lake or a river any day.

    Monty - he bites bald people ;-)

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