Where does the Severn Sea end
and the world begin? I don’t know, but it’s
somewhere between sleeping and waking.
I was born
on the Gower coast and named after a tiny island in the Scilly Isles. I
fell for the romance of the sea, hook, line and sinker! When we moved
to Bristol, I had to live on the coast, so here we are so many years
later. It was love at first sight! I won’t pretend that I
don’t miss the grandeur of the waves which crash in from the
blue Atlantic onto wilder shores.
But the estuary,
it’s sands, the gentle, softer light, subtle colours,
apricot, violet, lavender. Mists, big skies, constantly changing
atmosphere. Textures of sand, mud, tides, strong currents. Coastal
woodland. The mighty beech tree in our garden, standing like a sentinel
at the waters edge. Mystical Denny island, daily rising from the water
and sinking back again. Vast tidal flats, ebb and flow. Water traffic,
reminding you that the world is out there. Sunrise, sunset, like living
in a Turner painting. All framed by the Welsh coast, sometimes seen,
sometimes lost. It’s beguiling, tantalizing, dangerous! What
better inspiration could there be? The Severn Sea.