There’s something about the sea, the raw power of it, the way the waves break against the shore and the sun reflects off of the oscillating surface. I fall in love with it again and again and I think that I will do forever.
As April had brought with it the warming rays of the sun there was no better place for a Sunday walk than the cliffs in Eastbourne. Parking my car at the base of the hill I hiked my way through the rugged grass until I stood at the top of Beachy Head. The sea air rushed past my ears, a welcome cool kiss on the skin following a steady hike in the sun. The sky was clear, not a cloud to be seen and the uninterrupted sunlight spread itself across the landscape, reflecting up off the sea and bouncing back from the white cliff face.
As I stood and gazed out at the glistening water I paused and reflected on how lucky I am to have a home near to such a beautiful place. A place that makes me feel so alive. A place that is just as impressive in the howling storm as it is in the calm sunlight. We continued to walk along the cliff top, soaking up the sun, the sea air and the view before retracing our steps back to the car. The climb down somewhat easier than the climb up, following white chalk paths eroded by thousands of feet. A new sense of calm fell over me, I had reconnected with the earth and I felt at peace again.