Barry Island.

I went to Barry Island.

I must admit that I have a love of sorts for the beach. This is because the beach is my happy place. It is like something deep inside me connects with the sea, making me feel at home here all year around. Maybe I was born to swim, fish and live the simple life by the sea. Surrounded by laughter, warmth and my skin glistening like syrup in the sun. The sultry tropical fruit smell sounding like notes on a glass xylophone and entwining with cool water, almost like a mock-tail. Sound dreamy, does it not?

Anyway, as I have got older, I find myself retreating to the sea to escape the busy bustle of traffic, people and white noise! if I were to say it in three words, it would be 21st-century stress. Hahaha. My desire to be by the seaside is also because I have itchy feet. I struggle to stay in one place for a long time. My spirit is alive and kicking, and there are always people to meet, places to see, food to eat and live to enjoy. The seaside soothes that itch of mine.

To be honest, there is nothing like listening to the gentle lull of the waves. Giggling as the whisper of the wind caresses my ears. Not forgetting the shrill of the gulls, or soft of laughter and the barking of dogs in the distance of the holiday hubbub. I think what gets me caught up in the moment is the smell of the salty sea air. Or maybe it is giving salty kisses as my feet sink into the sand. Either way, I enjoy the warmth of the sun as I try to bask in it.

Being by the sea is my happy place. I can’t help feeling that when I am there that all is right with the world. As the peaceful evening dances in and the smell of dusk fills my nostrils, I sit smiling because I do not have a single care in the world. I am in a euphoric state: happy, peaceful, at Bliss.