As Summer wanes I'm thinking how I've missed going home this year. I've visited many wonderful places since Spring but as England was not in the cards this year I'm feeling just a wee bit homesick. Homesick you say, after moving away so very long ago!
Fishermen heading out from Lyme Regis.
Because home was at the seaside I was spoiled. There was always the gentle water of the bay, the choice of a sandy or pebbly beach, the boats drifting by, and the fresh sea air. We didn't have anything fancy - such as a motorboat, sailboat, jet ski, not even a canoe - but we had endless Summer days when school was out for the long holidays, and loads of fun which we made for ourselves by the water.
On a few occasions I was invited to hop aboard a neighbor family's row boat for some mackerel fishing - a real treat. I clearly recall how exciting it was to be rowed through deep water below the rocky cliffs which I'd only previously viewed from above.
My hometown fishing spot - Torquay.
Brixham, Devon, across the bay. A true fishing town and my father's birthplace, but I don't think he fished a day in his life!
Waiting for a good fish dinner!
Have you moved far from your childhood home? If so, do you still get homesick? What special memories are dear to you?
Images from visits home over the past few years.
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