I live by the sea

I moved to the sea almost four years ago. What an adjustment from the little, middle-of-nowhere country village I had lived in previously! The main attraction was literally a Post Office run from an elderly couple’s living room. Until, that is, the husband died and it shut down. It was the most dramatic thing that had happened there in a hundred years. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they still gossiped about it now.

Anyway, coming from the most landlocked place in the whole of Britain, the shingled shores of New Zealand were definitely a blast of fresh (or should I say, salty, trolololol) air. Being the scrawny, pale-faced little thing I was back then, I was overwhelmed by the possibility of simply catching a ferry over to the next island to meet up with someone or walking bare-footed to the corner shop.

While living by the seaside isn’t always the fairytale existence one might imagine, life is definitely sweet over here. Never before would I have thought I would be able to take a stroll along the sand with my BBC podcasts or pier jump with friends in the summer. Around Christmas time the sun glistens down on the land like a giant golden babul; the Pacific Ocean a mirror of the crystalline blue sky. 

It is Winter now, however, and as the lonely Southerly wind stirs the bare tree branches and old English nostalgia in my heart I find myself seeking comfort in the words of this blog. I hope that you too will be able to do the same thing, and that you will enjoy reading my little stories and observations from the coastline.

A bientot mes amis! X

Song of the week: Seaside by the Kooks (it seemed relevant for my very first post).