Kicking back yesterday, and making the most of having extra hands for kid-wrangling in the pool area, I got thinking.
I've never been a fan of sand - I dislike how it gets into everything. It annoys me.
|Jervis Bay, NSW, Australia - 2008|
I can't imagine living far away from something which is so essential for wellbeing. I've been incredibly lucky to have always lived in coastal cities, no matter what country we've lived in.
The furthest I've ever lived from the beach was in London, and that's hardly what could be defined as 'inland'. Although - as the Brits refer to it - 'seaside' is a better description for what's on offer there (at least on the south coast). In Brighton, I could never get the hang of sunbathing on jagged rocks and pebbles, and my appreciation of sand grew... just a little, though.
In the spirit of summer, I thought I'd share photos of some of the beaches that have been in my life so far.
|Manly, Sydney, Australia - 2005|
|Brighton, UK - 2003|
|Santa Monica, California, USA - 2010|
Naturally, I'm biased and think that Australian beaches are the loveliest, but...
...how lucky am I?