Little house on the edge

door to beachI have mentioned before how I love the foreshore, neither land nor water. The tiny little cottage where I stayed to finish writing my book stood right on the edge. To get there you had to drive down narrow, winding roads with grass growing in the middle, then clamber along a steep path zig-zagging down the cliff face until there was the old boat house perched on a rock only just out of reach of the sea at high-tide. it was a perfect place to write.

and on the path down to the cottage

and on the path down to the cottage

Looking left at low tide

Looking right at low tide

Looking left from the cottage at high tide

Looking right from the cottage at high tide

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Looking left at high tide

Looking left at high tide

view to left low tide

view to left low tide

 

At low tide a rocky beach emerged with rock pools, mussels and seaweed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doorway to adventure

Doorway to adventure

and climbing rocks

and climbing rocks

 

Kai exploring rockpools

Kai exploring rockpools

 

 

 

You could get to the beach through the secret door from the garden… and we all had a great time, exploring, and generally messing about. I spent a lot of time watching the water and the light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

N.B. I managed to get a good first draft of the book finished as well.

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