Still, quiet, Sunday morning sea, with hardly a break in the seemless green. Sky and sea meld together to become a backdrop of serenity.

The water is clear, green, even at the slight breaking of the edges. Out in the deep, the shadowy outline of the pebbles is still visible. Stretching out is total relief and cool soothing balm, as yesterday’s snatch of sunburn melts away in the placid water. The world seems well and magnificent in this unbroken scenery of blue, green and light, and the pressure of the city a forgotten dream.

“The sea belongs to him, for he made it. His hands formed the dry land too. Come le tus bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our maker, for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care…” Psalm 95