Seasons of the Sea
Seasons of the Sea Springtime found me by your shores in the stubbly marram grass. I picked cowslips, ladies’ fingers and clover, holding the stems so tightly that the sap oozed from the stems leaving my hands wet and sticky. The sound of your waves lapping on the beach, close and comforting,helping me in my task. The deserted stretch of cliff top pasture above gives refuge to the thousands of sea birds homing here. When Summer came, it brought with it the invasion of fair weather trippers with their swarms of children making incessant noise. I resented their intrusion and scorned their excitement as they ran to your water’s edge, screaming as you touched them if they dared to venture too near. I kept to the secret places – the caves and niches which were ours alone and waited for the twilight to have you to myself. Then, I could be engulfed by your swell and float, undisturbed, in and out of the rocks. As the weather changed and Autumn’s chill kept visi...