Monday, January 9, 2012
The Beach Of My Dreams
My favourite place to be is on a windswept beach. i love beach combing and always have. I have memories of being a child on one of my yearly Northumbrian holidays walking along the deserted beaches and seeing a man pulling a cart along collecting driftwood, fishing net and other exciting looking trreasures.
I was hooked on beach treasures from that moment and although I have never owned a cart, I have uindulged the inner beach comber, rescuing druiftwood and rope.
One of the things I treasure is sea glass. I t's beautiful washed surfaces have taken tears of being shaped by mother natures gentle buffeting. (the man made attempts are nothing like the real deal)
These pictures are taken from a newspaper article about a beach in California that would be my dream beach. It was formally a dump where rubbish was left through the 1950's until the 1960's when it was realised that toxins were poisoning the environment, but what began life as unwanted rubbish is now a beautiful glass pebble beach and it attracts tourists to it's glorious sparkling treasure.
Mother nature fought back and won.