There is something particularly special about the seaside in colder months. Calm and peaceful, with a sense of quietude, it captivates me every time. The warmth of the sun, paw prints in the sand, and the vastness of the sea all feel like a unique blueprint for the winter season; even the crashing waves sound different.
Perhaps it’s because my first memories of moving to England revolve around the beach: frosty, grey mornings spent wandering along the promenade as we tried to settle into our new life. It was gloomy and beautiful at the same time, welcoming and lonely in equal measures.
I came to associate the coast in the midst of winter with sadness and emptiness, a little like our hearts yearning for the home and people we left behind. I don’t know when it shifted, my perception of the shore in wintertime. From solitude to tranquility, seclusion to serenity, the seaside in winter is now a quiet favourite.