I spent the first 28 years of my life beside this, and now I am grateful I live only a short distance from it. As I type this I can hear the waves crashing, accompanied by wind-chimes in my mothers garden, gusts of the wind that push them, and the odd passing car. I spent 30 minutes earlier sitting on a rock just looking at that horizon. I believe that beauty can be found anywhere; in the grimiest, darkest city-centre side alley, or in a cul-de-sac of an identikit suburban housing development. I don’t believe it resides only in remote places; in forests, mountain tops or by the sea. I try to find beauty every where. You have to: it’s the only way to stay sane.
But God dammnit, some places it just screams at you.