Stoney Seas. TKG Take Ten . Travel
Otaki Beach. New Zealand. Same coast. Different Beach.
This is not the gentle sunny beach from yesterday. We have left the sweet beach behind. This morning we emerged sleepy and yawning into a new world.
Here on Otaki beach - this morning it is a dangerous angry beach. Dominated by roaring seas and howling wind and thundering waves. Low dark clouds. And a distinct lack of summery sun. We travelled just up the beach on the same coast and changed seasons!
I am invigorated and blown clean. Whipped back to our little bach. A bach (pronounced batch) is a small New Zealand beach house. Very old fashioned and basic. Soon I will light the fire. The little people have gone back to their endless monopoly game and I will make scones.
Date scones.
Enjoy your ten minutes of beach!
Talk soon.
C
"Break, break, break, on thy
Cold, grey stones, oh sea!
Oh that my tongue could utter
the thoughts that arise in me." (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Can't help it. I've loved this poem since I first read it in high school. The sound! The rhythm!
Oh I like this stormy one a lot! I'm listening to it while I work, keeps me focused. I'll probably just keep listening over and over.