One of the questions I am frequently asked is:
"What do you miss the most"?
Well apart from the obvious answers like family, friends, decent bacon and cheese - I miss the sea. In fact there are times when I literally ache to be by the sea.
Since I was tiny I have always loved the sea with a passion, well looking at it and swimming in it anyway. You see you're unlikely to come across anyone else more adversely affected by seasickness!
I have had some pretty horrendous experiences on the sea, most notably a ferry journey from hell between two Greek islands, when I thought I was going to die. I have even been found lying on the floor moaning during the short hop across the English channel between Dover and Calais, on a huge stabilised ferry!
But this has never quelled my passion for the beauty and serenity of just being by the sea. Maybe it's because I'm an 'islander' and from a nation of famous seafarers, after all us Brit's are indelibly linked to the sea throughout our history. I think saltwater probably makes up a little bit of what runs through our veins.
If anyone has ever doubted my love for the hubster, then they only need to consider how I moved to an entirely landlocked state, miles from the ocean for him!
It's now almost 3 years since I last caught sight of the sea and that was from around 30,000 feet, probably the only other time my passion wanes somewhat! Next year I plan on visiting the UK and one of the first places I will be going, is to sit on a beach for a few hours and satisfy my yearning.
The coastline of England changes dramatically dependant on where you happen to be. But my favourite coastline is the dramatic one surrounding the county of Cornwall. That's the bit of England referred to as the toe, the long skinny bit sticking out on the bottom left.
I have been on some great beaches in my life in different parts of Europe. But the one in these pictures, taken on the Canary Island of Fuerteventura, was the most breathtaking. Just miles of white, silvery sand and clear turquoise water - simply stunning.
I love nothing more than to swim out and then just lie back and float as I'm buffeted by waves and gaze at the sky above. It is indescribably peaceful and relaxing being cradled by the water, with the distant sounds of life overtaken by the sound of the sea. When I can't sleep I have a sound machine that will play the sound of the sea and it will relax me and send me to sleep within minutes.
To be honest though, it can also be a wild day with huge crashing waves, turned to a steely shade of grey and spray filling the air. You'll still find me just as relaxed, but in awe of it's power and stormy beauty too.
The sea has a smell that cannot be replicated, a sound that pricks my ears in anticipation of that first sight as I top a hill, or round a curve. I scan the horizon for a seagull, knowing it will lead me back to a source of great comfort to my soul.
Here I am in my element a few years ago; hopefully it won't be much longer before I am once again reunited with one of my great loves.