I was a mixture of a country boy and a town boy, really. Chichester is a town on the coast of England, and I grew up all along that strip of coast that Chichester branches out into. Sometimes I was living in a house in the country, and sometimes I was living in a town.
I studied for my degree in London and consequently ended up spending five years away from Cornwall. I deliberately moved away from the coast to experience a different way of life.
I love L.A. You definitely can't beat the weather, and being close to the beach is nice. It's a good town.
I pass my time in the open air on the beach when it is really heavy weather or when the boats go out fishing.
I live in Florida, and I live on a small lagoon. I sit and look out at the water all day - that's what my desk is.
My parents live near the ocean, and I've spent a lot of time walking through the water at night, being around the water.
I wasn't really a beach boy. I was a city boy, afraid of the ocean.
I grew up in Jersey. I've been to the Jersey Shore countless times. I've lived it.
I've lived in California for six years and I've never surfed.
O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
I've been around the surf culture since I was a kid. I grew up in a beach town in Rhode Island. Then eventually I lived in Dana Point, Calif., a real surf hotbed.
I was on the beach every summer. That was the pleasant part of my childhood because we were right by the sea. We'd take a picnic, and I'd spend hours in the water until I turned blue. You couldn't get me out of there.
Living at the beach, it's hard to get out of the sun.
When you live by the sea, there are definite seasons when you can see the weather coming and going, which lends itself to photography.
Being by the ocean is the greatest thing.
Some of my best memories of growing up on Long Island include spending all day fishing for fluke on Great South Bay.
Winter near the shore is cold. The wind kicks up a salty mist and elephant seals come to shore to trumpet and rut and birth their pups. Retired people put sweaters on their lap dogs and drag them down the street on retractable leashes in a nightly parade of doggy humiliation. Surfers don their wetsuits against the chill of storm waves and white sharks adjust their diets to include shrink-wrapped dude-snacks on fiberglass crackers.
I live in one of the coastal cities in Southern California, and every so often I like to take a walk down the boardwalk in Venice during the weekends when it is abuzz with lively activity.
I remember traffic jams Motor boys and girls with tans Nearly was and almost rans I remember this, this ... At the edge of the continent
That's why you can't be a true Yankee without winter: because all the best pleasures are earned - the fire, the fried oysters; the warmer seasons, too. Who knows the real worth of summer at the beach without a good taste of the seaside in winter?
Two lost things that had survived the seas and arrived on a coastline. What did they do? They implanted themselves in the sand and grew into trees and lined the beaches. Sometimes a lot can come of being all washed up. You can really grow.
I love the ocean; growing up around Laguna Beach, I spent my summers surfing, diving, and snorkeling.
The ocean is 20 minutes away. Nature surrounds me 24/7. I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping. I also love that I can go out to dinner in jeans and flip-flops.
I like being by the ocean.
We are no strangers to hurricanes in South Carolina. These storms are part of life, especially in the Lowcountry and all along our coast.
