The fresh, steady breathing of the sea scraping on pebbles. The scent of salt and unbedded seaweed. Running your hand over eroded handrails and dusty cliff edges. It’s a cold winter day as I walk down the cracked promenade of Sidmouth, a small coastal town in Devon. I’m only here for a weekend to visit family, as I do every so often throughout the year. It’s not often that I stop to visit the seafront. The idea of going to the beach for a day brings back grey-tinted memories for me. Over the course of my childhood (after experiencing quite a few nightmare-ish incidents surrounded by water), I began to dislike being anywhere near water. The beauty of the sea gradually ebbed away from me. But every time I come here to visit family, I know I’m not far from the edge of the world.
When my sister and I were younger, before leaving to go back home to Birmingham, my dad would drive us on the long stretch of road laid parallel to the promenade, just so we could see the sea that one last time. Sometimes you would find tarmac skies and cloudy pebbles. Sometimes the sun would shine so bright you wouldn’t be able to see the water clearly. Although today isn’t the last time I will see the Sidmouth views, taking pictures of the postcard-worthy sites allowed me to see how breathtaking they can be. I won’t be swimming in the sea or throwing pebbles across waves any time soon. But from a spectators point of view, I can appreciate how beautiful the soft, sandy edges of the UK can be.
Disclaimer: I’m not the best photographer (yet!), but I’m hoping that with the following Tea-Stained Photo Journals (TSPJ) I can practice my skills in both photography and editing so that I can eventually look back on such blog posts to see my improvements over time. For now, I hope you enjoy spontaneous pictures!
(All pictures are taken with Samsung Galaxy S7 Edge, and edited with the free version of Photoshop Express.)