Scarborough

the beach: a seaside excursion.

It was a very typical English sort of day--grey, cold, and rainny but there were still people out on the north shore surfing. The waves were much better there than the south shore (where we went up to the water's edge). Maybe one day I can surf the English coastline. One can dream.

I am drawn to water like waves to the shore;
I feel the pull of the tide within me.