I have escaped for a few days to a house beside the sea, on the East Anglian coast.
After a rather exhausting few months I'm content to spend most of the time just looking out to the horizon. Huge shifting skies, spectacular light, immense variety of colour and tone.
It's the ideal place to think and find perspective. I like this reflection by the theologian Paul Tillich, stumbled across a few years ago in another context, on the enduring impact of his first impressions of the sea:
The experience of the infinite bordering on the finite supplied my imagination with a symbol that gave substance to my emotions and creativity to my thought. Many of my ideas were conceived in the open and much of my writing done among trees or by the sea.
One or two images, from the stupid number I have taken: