Guest Answers

Here’s where you can enjoy submitted audio, video, image and poetic answers to “What does the beach mean to you…? from Supporters and beach-goers.  Please use the send your answer menu to share your impressions of the beach.  You can also read people’s text answers here.

Video

 

This Supporter guest answer is from Lizzie, of Suffolk Cottage Holidays, who support the Aldeburgh, Southwold, Walberswick, Shingle Street and Orford beach pages in Suffolk, film courtesy of mote of dust films.

 

This Supporter guest answer is from Pat Smith, of Bosinver Farm Cottages, who support the Porthluney beach page in Cornwall.

 

This Supporter guest answer is from Natalie, Jo and Jess of North Coast Holiday Cottages, who support the Porthtowan and Portreath beach pages in Cornwall.

 

This Supporter guest answer is from Nina, of Caroline Cottage, supporting the Mousehole beach page in Cornwall.

 

This Supporter guest answer is from Jonathan, of Northumbria Coast & Country Cottages, supporting the Embleton Bay and Alnmouth beach pages in North East England..

 

This Supporter guest answer is from Adrienne, of  Trout Cottage and Sea Breakers, supporting the Filey beach page in North East England.

 

This guest answer, from Tim Miller at Shingle Street beach in Suffolk, was produced by Rebecca Kenyon of mote of dust films, with Supporter Suffolk Cottage Holidays.

 

This guest answer, from Jasmine at Ko Phi Phi Don in Southern Thailand, was filmed near Shark Point.  Jasmine’s photos can be seen here.

Audio

 

Emma Gibb, at Findhorn Bay in Moray, Scotland.

 

Here’s a second poetic eulogy to the beach from Emma, again at Findhorn beach.

Photos

Maroubra

This photo of Maroubra beach in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia was sent in anonymously.

This photo of Pin Mill in Suffolk was sent in by interviewee Hazel, beach page here.

This photo of Juist beach in Lower Saxony, Germany, was also sent in anonymously.

This photo of Ardalanish beach, on the Ross of Mull in Scotland, was sent in by Jenny.

This photo, of a sunset at West Bay in North Berwick, East Lothian, was sent in by Sue.

This photo, of Traigh Mhor at Scaristavore on South Harris, in the Western Isles of Scotland,  was sent in by Supporter Alison Laurie, of Harris Holiday, beach page here.

Abersoch Quality Homes


This photo, of Abersoch on the Llyn peninsula in North Wales,  was sent in by Rhys and Debra.


Findhorn Bay

This photo, of Findhorn Bay in Moray, North East Scotland, was sent in by Emma Gibb, beach page here.

Hazel Cottage, Kingsbarns

This photo, of a thoughtful moment at Kingsbarns beach in Fife, was sent in by Rhona.

Argyll Hotel, Iona

These two photos, showing seaweed on the machair behind the Bay at the back of the Ocean on Iona in Scotland, with a daytime view above and a sunset view below, were sent in by Supporter Wendy, of Argyll Hotel, beach page here.


Argyll Hotel, Iona

The two following photos, both views across to the Isle of Rum from Camusdarach beach in Scotland, were sent in by Supporter Astie Cameron, of Stay Achnacarry, beach page here

This photo was sent in anonymously without identification, via the send your answer Dropbox.

This photo of Saunton Sands beach in North Devon, was sent in by Sue Bruckner.

Sue also sent in this photo of Perranporth beach in Cornwall.

Poetry

These poems were sent in by Lesley, from Cornwall:

July in Skye

Calmness becomes you Skye,
the quiet waters of the Sound of Sleat
reach out to your shores,
just a hint of a ripple shows your tidal ways,
your surface a deep mirror
reflecting rare beauty,
boats whose sails remind me
of pressed cotton hankies
glide slowly and silently southward,
their pace in keeping with Skye life.
At way past bedtime dusk arrives,
its half light stays till sunrise at four;
an orange glow rises behind distant hills,
morning glory too tame a phrase
for the dawn of another Skye day.

Crackington Haven

Crackington Haven, a Cornish coastal cove
that speaks to me in sounds of the sea,
its surfing waves chasing the sand
teasing the pebbled line the land’s behind.

I listen to the wind constantly blustering
its course along the cliff path, high above
you, Crackington Haven. Trying to walk

I can barely stand; I wait a while,
catch my breath and look down at your
beauty that’s breath taking too.

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