Carnoustie

We set off with no real plan apart from going to the sea and pressing pause on a tough run that's left us feeling fair wiped out.  By a round about route with castles, a priory from 110 AD and a fruit farm we landed at Carnoustie. Rockpools, sandy beach, chippy, not many people. 

"The sea once it casts is spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." Jacques Yves Cousteau.


Thats definitely been true for me since being very little. 
The constant movement, the endless-ness, the horizon line. It doesn't seem to matter if I'm away hours or months, if it's somewhere I know inside out or have never been to, if it's blue sky calm or a raging storm. The spell still holds.