Salt Air and Crashing Sound Part 1

Another flashback to the warm summer, this time to a visit to Southwold in Suffolk. I had just bought my second bike and this was my first ride, down a bridleway through some farmland down to the sea, just north of Southwold and the pier. On the way I passed a small farm which had a few rugged sheep that enjoyed sheltering from the brash morning sun in the thorn bushes. As I got closer to the sea I could smell the salt air and the sound of the waves got louder and louder.

Just realised this is the 200th post on Forever Circling, time flies!