I once worked in a restaurant right on the beach and in the early morning or on rainy days, it was beautiful to watch the changing view. The colours, the light, the clouds. The rest of the time there wasn’t much standing around to be had. It was fun though.
There are plenty of good ways to do ‘beach’. All gorgeous. But this here is the one for me. Man, it’s good for the spirits. I’d live in one of those houses if they weren’t pretty much below sea level (and a little over budget *cough*).
and then there’s my old friend Branscombe….
All moody clouds and pebbles. I love the rusty tones and the amazing variation in the stones.
And the litchen covered slate in St Ives…. wabi sabi gorgeousness.
I’d love a massive stone urn to do something fabulous in. Something all covered in moss and litchen. Maybe something like this? I LOVE this. (Shoddily photographed from a back issue of World of Interiors: credit where credit is due.)
In the meantime, round about now, our beach does this:
The colours are amazing but it’s also about the movement of the grasses…
…and the textures!
So that’s the story of this little fella.
