THEY call this “travel”, but is travel the right word? I’m on the beach. The tide’s coming in – sea teasing sand, sand teasing sea. Between here and the castle, a field of marram grass is moving to the orders of the wind. Some children conquer a dune. A gull glides over. A dog runs past – mission: pursuit of stick. For a moment, I am the only one who isn’t moving. Travel isn’t the right word. I’ve stopped travelling. And I love it.
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