Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Sand in my shoes

For the past 10 days we've roamed the beaches of the Moray Firth coast on a daily basis.

Mornings have found us on deserted beaches, reached only by the bravest of souls gutsy enough to clamber down the cliff paths.

We've hunted dinosaur footprints amongst the ancient rock and fished for hours in rock pools.

We've nibbled on sandwiches while feasting our eyes on sea views that make my heart ache and my soul sing.

We've watched patiently for dolphins but sadly, they haven't heard our calls yet. Maybe tomorrow...

Many an evening has been spent eating ice-cream with sand in our hair and sea salt on our lips. I'm learning to rock the beach swept look.

We don't want to leave.

This place, that we gleefully fled from 12 years ago, lured by the bright lights of London town, is now calling us back.

An invisible net has recaptured our hearts and is slowly reeling us back in.

The hills, the heather, the beaches (oh my, the beaches!), the big skies, the clean air, the laid back pace of life. What's not to love?

With sand in our shoes and pockets full of shells, it is with a slight sadness in our hearts that we think of returning to the place we currently call 'home'.

But home is where your heart is and our hearts most definitely lie here, in Scotland.

1 comment:

  1. We came back to the beaches of Yorkshire that called us. We did the right thing


Come on in, the water's lovely.

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