Under a blood red sky
My best friend Clare Bear the other day was making comments on Facebook such as 'why are you staying up there'? (I think this was in response to a typical Grotty Seaside pic.)
Well if this isn't a good enough reason, I don't know what is. To walk along the sand at dawn or at dusk and see the winter sun aching over the beach, and marvel at it - like you're caught in the surrealism of a Pink Floyd song.
And sometimes be the only one there. And sometimes have to prize my camera hand out of my boyfriend's 'cos he doesn't easily let go of it. You just don't see stuff like this in London. Maybe you just don't see stuff like this anywhere else. (Maybe I stopped looking.)
We came up here last year for varying reasons - work related, children related, ex-wife related, and Jay took a six month secondment with his company. Well, ten months later, we're still here and there's no sign of us leaving yet. And we've talked about it and thought maybe, just maybe, we CBFA to go back.
There's cliches that come to mind about the pace of life being slower, and the housing market being cheaper - but at the end of the day - the hour and 45 it takes by car to get back to East London - well, you could do that getting from one side of the city to another.
And I'm writing again. I haven't written anything for over ten years. And I know it's better now. And Jay is writing - he gets up in the night and has a song in his head and has to get it out - and it's better than anything. He says he writes better songs being up here. I was worried his music would suffer but it's gone the other way.
So, at the moment I'm happy to stay.