When I was a little girl, all I wanted was to be near the ocean.
I remember my step brother going to the beach when I was eight or nine years old, and begging him to bring me back a bottle filled with sand and sea water.
I think he had probably been to the beach 20 times in his life at that point, so he looked at me sort of funny.
Thankfully, he’s a sweet guy and a good brother, so he brought me my bottle.
I recall sitting alone in my room and holding this olive oil bottle full of microscopic specks of glittery sand and fuzzy water up to the window so the sunlight could work its magic.
The light streaming through the blinds gently illuminated every swirling golden grain, and I looked up in amazement at all of these sparkly little bits.
I had in my possession, an actual part of the ocean!
And then I started crying.
I’m not sure why exactly.
Probably because I just really wanted to see the ocean.
The idea of something so vast, so limitless, so anonymous… it really stirred my little baby heart.
Just put my feet in the water.
To sit on the shore and feel the frothy sea blanket crash over my legs…I guess these thoughts were simply more than I could handle.
Much to my disdain, we were not a family who took vacations and sadly, Tennessee is landlocked.
I was a teenager the first time I ever saw the sea with my very own eyes, and the love affair has never ended.
I have been to the beaches of Florida, California, Mexico, and South Carolina.
And now I can add Devon, England to my list.
Oh gorgeous Devon…
All this sea watching stimulated the appetite.
So Fish & Chips it was!
Very much what we had hoped for.
I decided to skip this stuff though…
I think this has been here since 1972…
But seriously, how cute is our little receipt?
There was also interesting literature next to the table…
No time for Wookey Holes or crazy helicopters with giant inflatable children’s heads…back to the beach with us!
It was nice to see something familiar… I also ❤ Nashville!
The town was lovely as well. Full of swans and little bridges…