The Sea, The Sea: New Year Walk on Nairn Beach

To usher in the start of 2019 last week, we went to Nairn beach to see the sea. Ah the sea, the sea!

Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone

I’d love to live closer to the sea; to have its roar and tumble and gentle numbing reassurance right there on my doorstep. It widens perspectives and disperses problems like nothing else for me.

There is something so bracing and dramatic and levelling about walking towards waves cresting onto shell-scattered sands with the wind in your face and clear blue skies; dogs dashing in and out of the surf.

Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone
Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone

I love this shot I took of myself, a lone photographer as if on stilts on the sand. The light was just perfect.

Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone

And then again from the dunes, the two of us anonymous in silhouette.

Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone

The above image transported me to Cape Town, to where my mother and grandmother were born. It’s as though in the distance lies Table Mountain beyond, not the Moray Firth.

Oh how my imagination thrives on the sparest of details!

Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone
Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone
Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone

Sea-treasure and heart-shaped stones. I wanted to take home a whole pocket-full, but resisted for the sake of my already burgeoning shelves and memory-boxes.

Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone
Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone
Nairn Beach January 2019, Rebecca Johnstone

The sailboats in the harbour had lovely names like SEAMOON, ELEANOR, MARIETTE and JETSTREAM. I love reading the names of boats, often hand-painted by the owners. Imagine having a boat named after you. That would be so special.

The sea and boats are a great theme for a pattern collection, and I’ve had an old book of shell drawings for a few years that I’d like to use as inspiration for some new designs. Soon. Definitely soon.

‘The sea is my brother’, as Jack Kerouac said. Or at least, a long-lost cousin.

Until next time lovely waves, though I must admit I wasn’t brave enough to dip my toes in. It was baltic!