Beaches were as much a part of my childhood as digital technology is for kids today. First there were the beach holidays with my grandparents, parents and siblings in England when I was a wee one:
|Mom and me, many years ago|
|Me, about age four|
Then, the move to Canada to a small seaside town brought beaches into my daily life - the beach became my adventure playground. Riding bikes to the beach, walking through woods to the beach, stopping to spend allowance on a rainbow popsicle at the corner store, or splurging on a portion of fresh fish and chips, eaten to the accompaniment of a throng of seagulls while sitting on a log or a sand-covered towel on the beach. Picnics on the beach with my mom, siblings, and sometimes my dad, or sharing secrets and laughter with friends, first kisses, silly games. Beaches were, and remain, my favourite place to be.
For a few years of my adulthood I lived in Alberta and then the Northwest Territories, but always the ocean called me home.
Beaches are to me what comfort food is to many - they bring back the best of memories, of family and friends, of love and peace and tranquility. If I have one wish for my senior years, it is that I never grow too old for a walk on the beach, preferably with a dog by my side and a camera in my hand.
|Maggie and me, Crofton Beach|
One month today, I move from this small beachside village to a somewhat bigger beachside city. But before I get serious about packing, Maggie and I (and Pat and the poms) are taking a little vacation - to a beach, of course - the one Maggie fell in love with last spring. See you in a few days!