Ever feel like you belong somewhere else?

 I feel like I belong near the coast. These photographs have given me such happiness since August when I was on holiday.
This is at Beer. The walk down to the beach was a really steep hill that was difficult to climb back up but it was worth it once we got down. The cliffs covered in green growth and the multi-coloured pastel beach shacks were so picturesque. I loved this little beach, stony as it was. The walk down included little streams from the village at the top of the hill right down to the sea that were accompanied by planters full of beautiful flowers.

I miss the beach. I miss the smell of the salt air. I miss the sand in the bottom of your handbag. I miss the way the sea leaves my hair leaving so healthy and lovely. I miss collecting seashells. I miss not being able to set up a deck chair properly. I miss catching tiny crabs, shrimps and fish in rock pools. I miss the sound of the waves making their sleepy way to shore and then pulling themselves back out again as if they can't make their mind up about the dryness of the earth.
I understand that feeling.