Colours of the coast.

The crack of rock against rock under our unsteady feet rises above the gentle roar of the sea. Rolling with each chunk of stone as they shift under our weight, we pick our way down to the shoreline, eyes glued, searching each stone, each rock. So many colours and shapes jump out, begging to be picked up, to be held. It was mid-morning and we had the beach mostly to ourselves. The early drizzle had lifted, leaving just a slight mist hanging over the horizon. Our pockets slowly filled with sandy favourites, souvenirs of this peaceful morning. A striking thread of quartz, or a shape formed by the sea that just sits comfortably, soothingly in the palm of your hand. Bright ochres and rust, contrasting with the deep, liquid greys. Smooth worn pebbles sitting next to the sharp edges of barnacles.

Over the week we spent hours on different Devon and Cornish beaches in different weather conditions. Each with their own geology and flora, like a unique personality. But each one had a sense of feeling at home; stilling the mind and calming the heart. Inviting you to slow down, to linger… to look more closely.