I may be a bit late (a couple of weeks in fact) with this one but it was written in time – I just forgot/didn’t have time to type it up and post it 😀 Click here for full challenge.
As I’m writing this I am on my summer holiday in Suffolk, east coast of England. Our cottage is situated right next to the quay in Orford and the sounds that reach us as we sit outside are exquisite. The footpath passes directly outside the cottage and it receives many admiring glances and remarks. Sometimes this makes me feel quite smug; other times it’s annoying, I don’t like feeling as though I’m in a fish tank.
Sitting outside facing the boats the most wonderful sounds are blown across the quay.
The happy laughter of children crabbing makes you smile and feel nostalgic for a time when there was nothing better than throwing a length of string in a river and waiting for the tell-tale tugging of a crab taking the bait.
The clicking of sails on boats as the wind whips around tells you you’re by the coast, it wouldn’t be a holiday without the smell of salt on the air or sails slapping against the mainsail.
Nearer to my seat buzzing bees are making the most of the last of the lavender, their gentle melodies backed by seagulls calling out across the mud.
Dogs barking, waves lapping the shore, flags waving and cameras clicking all add to natures’ orchestra.
I don’t know whether it’s just me only seeing the positives as it’s my holiday and nothing should put a downer on it but everyone seems cheerful, enjoying the British weather. For those who don’t know, this means that even in the wind under a cloud carpeted sky British holiday makers are in shorts and t-shirts whereas those from warmer foreign countries wear coats and hats and look at us like we’re mad. 😀
All seaside towns are the same when you’re a tourist. You’re surrounded by fellow tourists all enjoying the cool sun, licking ice-creams even in the rain, walking awkwardly on pebbly beaches, several ‘awww’s’ are uttered as little girl toddles along the beach in a fairy princess dress with her miniature fishing net waving in front of her.
The stresses of real life float away on the sea breeze as you examine your stone collection and hum along with the gentle caress of holiday sounds.