Goodbye frothy waves, soft sand and black granite rocks...
... endless horizons where boats disappear and craggy walks far away from concrete jungles...
the coloured quiet depths when the waves churn up the surface
the sound
the smell
of the sea.
Goodbye chapel on the hill presiding the azure seascape
and the bell on the chapel with the lichen-covered roof.
What is it about bells against the sky?
A slanting roof and a beady eye
and a wonderful, wonderful clear blue sky!
Magical moments in the sky, imprinted in my memory
This one is my favourite.
(click on the photo to get a full-screen size to be engulfed in the whole atmosphere)
Standing in the soft sand and gazing over the watery horizon
where my soul meets the sky
Little seashell with your belly full of salty water
Rows of tiny flags, reminding me that I was home, for a while...
before returning to my land of adoption.
Au revoir England
until we meet again!
