i can see the sea! i can see the sea!

My grandparents lived on the coast in Devon and many a summer holiday was spent on the beaches there. We would trundle down, me and my sisters bouncing about in the back of a very unsafe car, for what seemed an interminable length of time, diverting ourselves with car games – one of the most popular being the Pub game (does anyone remember that one?).

However, by far the most popular one was who could be the first to spot the sea. Shrieks of ‘I can see the sea!’ would ring out as the very narrow, hedgerow-encased road suddenly swooped down to the coast.

As regular readers will know, I now live by the sea. Yet, somehow I can never quite get over the fact that the sea is there … on my doorstep. Our daughters have also chosen to live on the coast and when we go and visit them I find myself exclaiming at the sight of the sea.


I know it’s there.  It’s there every day for me.

It is understandable that for a child from London a glimpse of the sea would bring great joy, with its eagerly awaited anticipations of sand, swimming, ice creams and holiday freedoms.

But why do I find it just as, and possibly a bit more, exciting now I am an adult?

It is that seemingly infinite, ever changing, eternally hypnotic concerto of blues.

Blue is not easily found in nature – in animals, in food, in flowers. There are some blue flowers, but they are often more purple or violet and any true blue is restricted to certain species. Many of the blue coloured flowers available to buy are dyed. Witness the news last month that ‘Scientists genetically engineer the world’s first blue chrysanthemum’. Fancy that making headlines in 2017.

Natural blue in our lives resides principally in the sky and I think the excitement of seeing the sea is that, from a colour perspective, a piece of that celestial blue has come down to earth. I find it a spiritual experience. No longer is this unlimited blue a mysterious, untouchable realm. With that first glimpse of the sea, this heavenly blue is suddenly here, suddenly available.

We get to swim in the sky …

I leave you with this. On a newly discovered walk I suddenly came across a graveyard beyond which could be seen the sea. Every grave faced the gentle slope down to the blue. The sight took my breath away.

What a beautiful place to end one’s days – seeing the sea.  

A true piece of heaven on earth.


  1. Dear Sis, What lovely memories we share. But you mustn’t forget the best game ever!!!! Sweetie papers on the head! The most hysterics ever! 💖🌈🌻


  2. What a lovely post. Like you, the sea of my childhood was for holidays only but now I live nearby and it’s there all the time. As I write, there’s a strong wind blowing and wild seas are forecasted – I can’t wait to go down and look at it! Part of the pleasure of being near the sea is having that mysterious wilderness just within reach – so familiar and yet so alien, with its hidden treasures. Your comment about the celestial blue that has come down to earth really struck me. I love the intense blue of the sea- it sometimes stops me in my tracks and takes me…where? Heaven-ward, I think. (Flower-wise, I’ve always been a fan of cornflowers. Interestingly, in France the bleuet is the flower of remembrance in the same way our poppies.)


  3. How could I forget that!! I’m just not sure how many people would know that game(!) We did find it hysterical though, didn’t we. Yes, Sis, we have some great memories – playing in Puff’s garden shed, billycans in the woods …


  4. Thank you, Colin. Yes, I agree – that mysterious wilderness, ever changing.
    I’m glad you like the bit of heaven on earth idea. I was wondering why the sea is quite so entrancing and then it came to me.
    I did know that about the bleuet, but I don’t know why. Do you? Worth a post I think.

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  5. Lovely post. We did the same thing of who could see the sea first although my main memory of the sea in Norfolk is of it being grey! I remember the shock the first time I went to the Mediterranean – heavens the sea was warm! Morning glories which I am failing to grow on my desk are an incredible blue. The thing I love about the sea is that I find looking at it mind expanding and relaxing something to do with being able to look to a far horizon. I don’t get much of that in London!

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  6. Thank you, Vicky. What I can never get over with the Med is the clarity of the water. If you consider how many ships pass through it and yet you can see down and down through gorgeous blues. The most striking I found was when I visited Dubrovnik – a striking city in itself – but the water, oh so clear.
    Being the gardener I am I had in my mind that the morning glories would somehow be sunrise coloured(!)

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