beside the seaside
Well, I’m on a roll now (or you could say I’m procrastinating and should be packing and you’d be right).
So here’s one of those what-I-did-on-my-holidays (or for the last year since I didn’t go to Canada and decided to be a single parent instead) posts.
Well. I got divorced. By internet. Isn’t that clever? And I wrote about it on the Huffington Post (because anything’s fair game if you’re a writer).
And I moved from the village and into town, where we discovered that actually being able to go to the corner shop for
wine and chocolate biscuits milk when you run out is rather splendid.
And then I fell in love with a man who lives by the sea.
This is Southport. It’s a beautiful Victorian seaside resort, and it’s where we’re going to live. Two of us, my four children, and his two. And there’s a shop selling wine at the end of the road. I suspect this may be A Good Thing.
Anyway. This is Crosby beach. It’s not far from Southport and it’s where Anthony Gormley’s Another Place installation can be found. It’s breathtakingly beautiful.
If you’re twelve and ten, however, it’s just awfully funny because there are loads of naked male statues with bottoms.
Look look, this is going to be our house.
Southport has loads of stuff that I’m going to take photos of.
Mainly the house. When the owner showed us round, I was so excited that I may have cried and hugged her. The carved wooden fireplace and the huge Victorian skirting boards and stripped wooden floorboards and kitchen with a stable door and walled garden and OH I am going to take loads of photos. I think my year long blogging block might be over.
Isn’t it beautiful? Someone said to me recently that as island dwellers we all dream of living by the sea. I’m a lucky girl.
(photo taken by my dear friend Jessica at Pink Magnolia Photography, Peachtree City, Georgia, USA)
Tales from the Seaside will be coming soon. More of the same, but a little bit different. I can’t wait.