I love living near the sea and have done so for most of my life. Brighton is my home town now, though I grew up along the coast in Bognor Regis, a quiet sea-side town with a bucket-and -spade beach and half a pier (the end part having been washed away in a storm many years ago).
In my early 20’s I lived in Exeter – quite a lively place after Bognor – and still within easy reach of the sea at Dawlish Warren with its beautiful sand dunes and wild yellow lupins.
In my 30’s I lived in Richmond-on-Thames and this is where my husband and I had our first house and our son and daughter were born. There was no sea but there was a river with lovely walks along the tow path , sometimes with the early morning mist still rising from the water and water-rats running across the path from the river to the undergrowth.
In my 40’s we moved to Brighton, a busy cosmopolitan city sandwiched between the sea and the south downs. From here our children have grown into adults and now have their own homes.
Towards the end of our 50’s we discovered a new and exciting city by the sea – Nice on the French riviera! We spent a month at a French language school attempting to bring our school-days French up to date and decided to find a pied-a terre in this lovely place.
In our 60’s we’ve become familiar with Nice and it still delights and amazes us. We love finding new restaurants and walks and discovering the many pétanque terrains which we spot from the bus.