I was around 3 years old when I first met my Dad’s family. From that day until the last time I visited his hometown, the beach was MY “deeply mysterious…awe-inspiring” place.

When my brothers and I would visit the grand-parentals they ALWAYS knew where to find us. That was Our Playground. The waves, the sand, the rock pools, how the colour of the water changed at certain times of day, the creatures, the shells, the pebbles, the driftwood. EVERY SINGLE part of those times were all about discovery.

The North Sea in Scotland, facing Scandinavia is hardly Mediterranean. But I don’t EVER remember being cold.

Weird but True :o)