Strides outpace river;
scent of estuary brine
fills lungs. The sea calls.
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Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Lovely spot Sarah, I fancy a little jog along there!
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It is a lovely spot. I believe you can hire bicycles to ride along there. There’s a concreted path above the one in my photo, although walking is best or you miss some of the birds, butterflies, and wildflowers by going too fast.
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When we were kids my aunt took us crabbing in a place that looked something like this. It did have a distinct sent. Your words captured the feel.
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yes I can smell the sea there!! a beautiful walk!
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I love that briny smell. When the wind blows from the south, it fills my home with the scent of the sea, too, even though I live about ten minutes drive away from it.
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