Woolacombe Beach, North Devon. A vast expanse of sand, with chip vans strategically posted along the beach in summer, what a wonderful idea!
Dunes to climb, sheep moving in strange, slow scattered formations across acres of green valley behind, ice cream shops, Londis store, and family attractions.
All the worries of the modern world disappeared. Everything that seems so intense and pressing in Madrid evaporated. I ran ecstatic down the beach in the rain at dusk pursued by wild-eyed seagulls.
Notes from Ben 
Fantastic Ben. Love the photos. I bet you’d enjoy a bit of surfing. Have you tried it?
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Thanks Phillip. I tried surfing once, years ago in Australia. And fell off a lot! I might try again one day. I used to do a lot of windsurfing, and loved that.
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Were those seagulls after your chips?
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Haha, at lunch time they were! Maybe they were cross that I didn’t give them any 🙂
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I know every locale has is own uniqueness, but this photo so reminds me of beaches here in northern California (minus the chip vans). Those cliffs in the distance and the broody clouds above . . .
Let me know if you ever plan a stop in northern California and we can walk a few of them. Thanks for the great photo. And yes, something about the foamy surf rushing over your feet as you walk along the water’s edge erases the concerns and intensity of day-to-day living–just as it erases your foot prints. No past. No future. Just the tide rushing over your toes.
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Thanks James, I’ll definitely take you up on the offer if I make it to Northern California one day.
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