Bournemouth beach: Southbourne: South coast of England

The water looked turquoise deepening to Prussian blue In the deep. Small white frothy waves break in the beach giving the archetypal feeling to this holiday beach. It was not busy and such a treat to be there. The inviting sea won the day and it was straight in without hesitation, deviation but definitely repetition…

The ocean won in the end as the call of those waves could not be resisted. The water was not cold and very easy to get into as we swam out a long distance. Somehow the enveloping cold seems to ease pain within and without. Anxiety ceases as the mind faces the enormity of that body of liquid oxygen and hydrogen.

It was so refreshing to feel the cold water on the skin and the excitement of being well out of my depth. The water got very dark and deep very quickly and when I flipped over on my back the whiteness of the skin showed how clean the water is. The darkness of the water and the watery whiteness of the skin made a very great comparison in those watery depths, making the human less and the ocean more. Do not forget where you are.

There was no sign of any life – no fish hardly any seaweed at all only the water and the swell was not great so it was easy to swim out and a swim against the tide and it was easy to come back the other way again as well. 

The freedom that we feel in the ocean is tremendous. That vast open space which stretches ahead of us and all around us and yet at the same time it must always be aware of the danger for the ocean is never your friend. You take the good of it; you enjoy it; you get your refreshment and you go back to land, thankful that you had that time in those watery depths, which can easily become a watery grave. She is a mistress not to be trifled with but she will give you enjoyment she will give you love she will give you deep satisfaction if you treat her with respect.