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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) its always ourselves we find in the sea
Went to the coast today.
I love the sea.
And I love old, slightly shabby seaside resorts, especially out of season.
The beautiful curves and lines of 30’s buildings looking hunched and downtrodden in their grubby cream or white paint, and they now house caff’s run by worn-faced women who look out blankly at you over their domain of formica-topped tables and lonely slot machines, and who serve you your tea in thick brown glass mugs.
- Summer Holiday seen through a glass darkly.
I like beachcombing. Picking the best pebbles, the perfect tiny shells – though I prefer the broken ones; spirals of sacred geometry interrupted, pearlised pastel stripes torn through.
The ruin of it suits the surroundings, like the rotting seaweed, the half-decayed seagull above the tide-line.
Nothing should strive for perfection next to the totality of the sea. The competition is too unfair.
I love the sea.
And I love old, slightly shabby seaside resorts, especially out of season.
The beautiful curves and lines of 30’s buildings looking hunched and downtrodden in their grubby cream or white paint, and they now house caff’s run by worn-faced women who look out blankly at you over their domain of formica-topped tables and lonely slot machines, and who serve you your tea in thick brown glass mugs.
- Summer Holiday seen through a glass darkly.
I like beachcombing. Picking the best pebbles, the perfect tiny shells – though I prefer the broken ones; spirals of sacred geometry interrupted, pearlised pastel stripes torn through.
The ruin of it suits the surroundings, like the rotting seaweed, the half-decayed seagull above the tide-line.
Nothing should strive for perfection next to the totality of the sea. The competition is too unfair.
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I spent my formative years on the beach at Blackpool, which is about as tacky as you can get and I still love it!!!!!!!!! And I would adore to spend a day on the Pleasure Beach there again playing on all the rides (except ones which go round too fast in circles and make me spew) and someone told me a few months ago that they still have the big carosel of horses there and .....oh bugger, why can't I go to the seaside now??? Are we there yet? Are you sure we aren't there yet? Can I have an ice cream? I want a wee! ARE WE THERE YET????
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Are you sure I can't have an ice cream? What about some sticky rock? Or fish 'n chips???
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The other day I walking along there, and it was sunny and breezy, and a couple of kids had a brightly coloured kite, and it was all just simple and beautiful and lovely.
I even love the wind farm we have off the coast in this part of the world - it's far enough away to be a feature and not an eyesore! *g*
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We're going to Milton Keynes next year, I swear...
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Living next to a rather smelly river isnt quite the same.
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And I have a house full of shells and rocks and bits of wood picked up on various beaches and I always swear I'll do somethig useful and artistic with them, and I don't, I just keep them and smile at the pretty.
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*then realises we're all slashers and we're going there anyway*
*gives up in despair*
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Steven Wright
Mine's not quite that large, but it's getting there *g*
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Will there be pretty men in hell to slash? Can I play with them and break them? Please, mommy, please!!
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*is jealous*
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But I must visit the coast against soon, just to hear the sound of it. I love the sound of it the most.
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*looks at pictures again, looks at out gloomy scottish weather*
Yup, I'm going to have to hate you. Sorry.