Dunstanburgh Castle from Embleton, Northumberland. I’ve been longing to visit the sea again. As a child my sisters and I were lucky enough to go on holidays to Wales, holidays sunlit in memory, full of the present and the unconscious and unspoken gratitude of children. They were times of buckets and spades, clear air and sound sleep, safety and gentleness. It seems that the sea is often calling, and as an adult I have come to associate this same call with a more general longing, hard to articulate but definitely present.