Oh how we love babaà by the Sea, and this very special poem
“When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
to dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.”
Robert L. Stevenson
Summer or Winter , hot or cold, we love heading to the Sea and being windswept . I guess we all need a bit of that. For us that live quite far away from the Ocean it feels just so good and always like the right thing to do. Will you be by the sea sometime soon?
We love this combination for long evenings by the Ocean!