My preference is New Year’s Day on the beach, a British beach, wrapped up against the wind and cold. I’m prepared to say, some British beaches are better in winter, bleak, relatively empty. Beautiful in their simplest form.
New Year’s day seems most suited to being somewhere new, we opted for Burnham on Sea, just because we’ve not been before and it’s not far. I wanted to see the light house, it didn’t disappoint, standing leggy on the sands, staring out to sea. I want to go back and see its beam of light across dark waves.
Somewhere new on New Year’s Day and for me, the beach is perfect. The sea offers long vistas, changing tides, discoveries washed ashore. Just right for a New Year. Space enough to walk undisturbed, to talk, time enough to mull over thoughts and the elements to blow away cobwebs. A good way to begin afresh.
How was your New Year’s Day?