Here in Britain we are an island people defined by our coastline and the silver seas around us. Over the centuries the sea has afforded us protection - she inhabits our souls. Her ever changing moods can be peaceful, gentle and calm, or tempestuous, malevolent and threatening. She has largely forged and dictated our history, shaped us, and made us who we are. Waves large and small have ebbed and flowed around our shores from eternity - time and tide wait for no man, but I will return again shortly.
We in this northern hemisphere are programmed into our seasons. Imagine a world without Spring, Summer, Autumn or Winter. No snowdrops to watch magically shooting out of the ground during January or evenings spent sitting around a cosy fireside. What would it be like without the riot of russet leaves now beginning to crown our tree tops which will eventually swirl to the ground leaving us with carpets of gold for young and old alike to trample beneath their feet? 
swam, walked, and read lots of books beneath the dappled shade of an old Olive Tree
