
The waves roll in, heavy and loud like thunder, whilst I sit here searching for the horizon. It’s almost gone, due to the sky soaking up the ocean, more greys today than the usual sea greens and blues. It’s with a heavy heart I sit here in my favourite beach house. The only place I feel confident to runaway to. This magical place has cast a spell on me, so much so, I’m magnetised by it. I crave it like a long lost lover.
Without doubt, this coastal bay soothes my soul and makes my heart sing come rain or shine. I never feel lonely or isolated here, even when it’s only me and the dogs rattling around on all three floors of it. This my all time favourite house stands proud and tall, nestled into the hillside that hugs the bay. One of the most prominent beach houses in a cluster of many.
This is the thing. This gorgeous beach house has soul. This double bay Victorian property that I call my h…