I have lived my whole life by the shores of the North Sea. I spent my childhood on a raised beach, and now live near the top of a cliff. Hardy kids, we were in and out of the water unaccompanied, every day in the summer. It’s this sense of solitude I love, when you’re in the water, ears stopped, the light coming through on to your skin, the tiny particles of sand or bubbles. We all spend nine months floating in liquid, glimpses of light coming through the muscle wall around us.
This piece put me in mind of an anemone or a jellyfish, skirts being moved by the current.