Spontaneous Sunshine, Sea Water and Sand Dunes on a Sunday

I have been very behind with my blog updates. As per usual I could rattle off excuses but I won’t. Instead I pretend that I am completely up to date and talk about events of the past as if they just happened.

It seems like just yesterday that my ‘cousin,’ Caroline, and her three year-old son, Meryan, took me to the beach. Sure, it was two Sundays ago but that’s besides the point. The night before I had been drinking beer at a very un-German Oktoberfest in a large tent outside the town hall when Caroline messaged me to see if I happened to be free on the Sunday.  We decided to make plans in the morning.

On Sunday I woke to unseasonal blue skies and a light breeze and Caroline and I decided that we should risk the extremely likely chance that the weather would change by lunch time and go to the beach. Caroline, Meryan and I headed off in the car to Formby – a long stretch of sandy beach near Liverpool.

It could almost be Australia.

It could almost be Australia.

When we arrived and I smelt the sea air I felt this ridiculous rush of excitement that I now get every time I am near the sea. Having grown up with daily sea breezes and easy access to ocean water, I never realised how much my body needs to feel these sensations. I have now spent 2.5 years living in land-locked cities and each time I venture to the sea side I feel an instant kick of revitalisation. It is as if my body sucks in the salty fresh air and I wake up, grow and my hair becomes instantly blonder. I’m not sure who was more excited to be by the sea – myself or three year-old Meryan. I think we were on par.

Formby is known for its receding tides and and pre-historic footprints that can sometimes be found in the muddy shore. I didn’t get to see any footprints but we were lucky enough to have a remarkably sunny day. We had a picnic, sailed the seas on a log boat with Captain Meryan, and climbed up and down sand dunes. I collected an impressive amount of sand in my shoes and my underwear from sliding down sand dune hills on my rear-end (Meryan worked out how to do it and Caroline and I just followed along.)

Dunes. Glorious dunes.

Dunes. Glorious dunes.

Before driving back to Manchester we stopped at Crosby beach to briefly look at Antony Gormley’s permanent installation – Another Place. Statues are positioned down the beach, staring out to the horizon. The setting sun and increasingly blustery conditions made for a very impressive viewing of these statues. I want to come back and explore them further at a later date.

Another Place, Antony Gormley.

Another Place, Antony Gormley.

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