Beachcombing

Two days in a row of outdoor life: blue sky ahead and the remainders of the winter chills in the air. But above all, the pleasure of driving along winding roads looking onto the emerald ocean and walking on long and wide beaches at low tide, with the strong smell of the sea and waves hitting our happy faces.

A whole world unveils its secrets in the wet and shiny sand: bottles with messages lost at sea, kelp and of course, seashells. They are the collectibles, the small bits washed ashore to form improvised works of art under the eye of the careful and imaginative beachcomber. Sand inevitably finds its way into the shoes and pockets - this is a ritual, just like the fact that once back in the city that same sand will come trickling down on the floor of our urban dwelling. Two worlds meet.


But for now, let's catch our breath: should we have a seat in the light-filled restaurant by the sea? Yes, and let's order sea food. All is white, pale grey and blue in the restaurant and infuses the day with the pleasure of a lovely rest after the beachcombing emotions of the same morning. Let's enjoy the break and think of how the collected treasures can turn the apartment into our very own museum. We would then be the curators, deciding how to display them, where to hang that framed seagull feather or to drop those imperfect pebbles. Yes, let's imagine...

Credits: TheDaydreamer & Hubby

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