I live by the sea in Australia and the weather of course is glorious all year round.
In front of us lay a smooth sandy beach, beyond which rose gradually a high wooded country, and behind us was the sea, studded with numerous islands of every variety of form.
The last time I saw something that tall standing so still for so long, it was perched on the edge of a cliff shining a light across the sea.
I only really and truly fully relax on my own. Give me a sun lounger, a pool and a sea view, and I'm happy.
In Cyprus, our house was right on the beach. I could walk out of our front door, cross a road, and there was the sea.
When I'm old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. And paint. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in.
I want my house open to sun and wind and the voice of the sea, like a Greek temple, and light, light, light everywhere!
The Mediterranean is in my DNA. I'm fine inland for about a week, but then I yearn for a limitless view of the sea, for the colours and smells of the Italian and French Riviera.
I'm a bit claustrophobic, I don't like crowds, I live by the sea - that's what I see when I come out of my house in Bridlington.
Scotland is so gorgeous that every time I'm there, I start to dream of living there. I want to buy one of those whitewashed cottages with the thatch roofs and gaze out at the sea and read my books. I want to be away from the Internet and the news and lawn mowers at 7 A.M. on Sunday mornings.
