Nadine Brown

As you watch, they stand up and run down to the surf, splashing boldly into the cold water. They dive into the waves, determined to take the plunge. Then, shivering lightly, they stand up dripping and laughing together. Returning to their seats, they towel off and wrap themselves in thick, cosy hotel robes. Then they open a wicker picnic basket and begin to share some fruit and cheese.

As you watch, they stand up and run down to the surf, splashing boldly into the cold water. They dive into the waves, determined to take the plunge. Then, shivering lightly, they stand up dripping and laughing together. Returning to their seats, they towel off and wrap themselves in thick, cosy hotel robes. Then they open a wicker picnic basket and begin to share some fruit and cheese.

You realise you're beginning to think of dinner with happy anticipation. You turn and walk slowly back in the direction you came from, parallel to the surf. You see that the shallow imprints your feet made on the way have already been politely erased by the waves. You smile to yourself, acknowledging your role as a visitor to this beach. In a way,

You realise you're beginning to think of dinner with happy anticipation. You turn and walk slowly back in the direction you came from, parallel to the surf. You see that the shallow imprints your feet made on the way have already been politely erased by the waves. You smile to yourself, acknowledging your role as a visitor to this beach. In a way,

You realise you're beginning to think of dinner with happy anticipation. You turn and walk slowly back in the direction you came from, parallel to the surf. You see that the shallow imprints your feet made on the way have already been politely erased by the waves. You smile to yourself, acknowledging your role as a visitor to this beach. In a way,

It is a liberating feeling to only hear the sounds of nature. You feel unobserved, like this is a secret escape. It pleases you to think that even the marks you have made on the beach will vanish, and your visit will leave no trace. Smiling to yourself, you scan the dunes for your silver bicycle. It is leaning against the grass exactly where you left it, waiting for you.

It is a liberating feeling to only hear the sounds of nature. You feel unobserved, like this is a secret escape. It pleases you to think that even the marks you have made on the beach will vanish, and your visit will leave no trace. Smiling to yourself, you scan the dunes for your silver bicycle. It is leaning against the grass exactly where you left it, waiting for you.

It is a liberating feeling to only hear the sounds of nature. You feel unobserved, like this is a secret escape. It pleases you to think that even the marks you have made on the beach will vanish, and your visit will leave no trace. Smiling to yourself, you scan the dunes for your silver bicycle. It is leaning against the grass exactly where you left it, waiting for you.

Your steps slow down even more as you walk from the wet area into the powdery, dry part of the upper beach. You focus again on how the small, shifting mounds absorb your toes, covering them as if they are part of the earth. You watch the grains of sand spill over your feet like the contents of an hourglass.

Your steps slow down even more as you walk from the wet area into the powdery, dry part of the upper beach. You focus again on how the small, shifting mounds absorb your toes, covering them as if they are part of the earth. You watch the grains of sand spill over your feet like the contents of an hourglass.

Your steps slow down even more as you walk from the wet area into the powdery, dry part of the upper beach. You focus again on how the small, shifting mounds absorb your toes, covering them as if they are part of the earth. You watch the grains of sand spill over your feet like the contents of an hourglass.

With each step, you feel the transition as you push from the ball of your foot, lifting your heel. Walking almost feels meditative. As you pick up your bike, you stand and survey the shore one more time. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow across the landscape The light creates a surprising impression of warmth despite the breeze.

With each step, you feel the transition as you push from the ball of your foot, lifting your heel. Walking almost feels meditative. As you pick up your bike, you stand and survey the shore one more time. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow across the landscape The light creates a surprising impression of warmth despite the breeze.

With each step, you feel the transition as you push from the ball of your foot, lifting your heel. Walking almost feels meditative. As you pick up your bike, you stand and survey the shore one more time. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow across the landscape The light creates a surprising impression of warmth despite the breeze.

Birds sail back and forth through the air, following an inscrutable pattern. Closing your eyes, you are still savouring the sound of the wind for a quiet moment. Then you turn your bike and roll it back onto the weather-beaten boardwalk. The sound of the surf gradually recedes behind you as the singing of insects in the grass becomes more audible.

Birds sail back and forth through the air, following an inscrutable pattern. Closing your eyes, you are still savouring the sound of the wind for a quiet moment. Then you turn your bike and roll it back onto the weather-beaten boardwalk. The sound of the surf gradually recedes behind you as the singing of insects in the grass becomes more audible.

Birds sail back and forth through the air, following an inscrutable pattern. Closing your eyes, you are still savouring the sound of the wind for a quiet moment. Then you turn your bike and roll it back onto the weather-beaten boardwalk. The sound of the surf gradually recedes behind you as the singing of insects in the grass becomes more audible.

After the sand, the wooden slats feel good under your feet. So smooth. When you reach the country road that brought you here, you stop to put your shoes back on. Then you hop easily back onto your bike and push off with a gliding motion. The ride home seems to go by quickly, but you don't mind because you have a delicious dinner to look forward to.

After the sand, the wooden slats feel good under your feet. So smooth. When you reach the country road that brought you here, you stop to put your shoes back on. Then you hop easily back onto your bike and push off with a gliding motion. The ride home seems to go by quickly, but you don't mind because you have a delicious dinner to look forward to.

After the sand, the wooden slats feel good under your feet. So smooth. When you reach the country road that brought you here, you stop to put your shoes back on. Then you hop easily back onto your bike and push off with a gliding motion. The ride home seems to go by quickly, but you don't mind because you have a delicious dinner to look forward to.