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Winchelsea Beach along the English Channel ❖ East Sussex ❖ England ❖ 24 October 2022 ❖ 12:30pm ❖ Facing South towards France Winchelsea Beach. A rugged, rock and shale, wild and windy place. I was raised along the US northeast coastline. Beaches mean sand. Endless horizons. A sense of the vast ocean beyond the dunes. Sultry summer sessions beneath the hot, blazing sun. Fishing boats and sailing craft dotting the watery landscape. Sand beneath my feet. Inside my clothes. All over my car. At Winchelsea Beach, the rough seas of the English Channel creates a watery boundary between here and France. On a very clear day, the French coastline appears on the distant horizon. It is one of the busiest world waterways. Shipping containers on gigantic barges. Military ships. The occasional oil rig being towed to a new destination. Cold water. Dramatic tides. Wild waves. Jagged remnants of wooden posts leading the eye into the churning waters. Seagulls call. Wind whips. Salt-tinged sea spray lingering after each roaring wave breaks. Negative ions from water in high motion blanket the rough beachfront. These negative ions offer a positive feeling. A sense of belonging in the world. A Natural Embrace. At times, I can hear the distant rumble of Winchelsea Beach from my home. Even from afar, the soothing sound of waves tumbling entrances. A calm susurration in the background. A beckoning call. A turbulent destination. Deceptively far yet surprisingly close. Can you hear the waves calling? The gulls singing? A tinge of salty mist in the air?