I adore gulls. Not necessarily when they are swooping down from above and stealing your child’s sandwich out of his hands, but rather when they are whirling and hunting and calling out to one another as they ride the waves of the air. Nothing declares more...
Is there anything better than sailing through the air on a warm summer evening, the air salty from the nearby ocean, and the moon rising in the brilliant blue evening sky? Most people look toward the sun as it sinks low, enjoying the brilliant rosy hues it paints...
There is nothing so lovely as the beach on a bright summer morning: I love to arrive early enough that the crowds have yet to descend, yet late enough that the morning chill has already given way to the warmth of the sun. The sight of the gulls dining on their freshly...
There is nothing so lovely as the seaside just after the summer season has ended. The weather turns from bathing-suits-and-sunscreen to sweatshirts and rolled-up jeans, and we spend the mornings playing horseshoes on the beach and flying kites. The gulls swoop and...
When I saw the heavy fog that clung to the horizon on a particularly humid day at the seaside, I thought of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and how the children sail to the waterfall that marks the end of the earth. The fog on this day seemed like a soft, pale curtain,...
