I grew up next to the Pacific Ocean. I was raised in the salt air and slept with the sound of crashing waves outside my window.
Being land-locked in Cambridgshire, leaves me longing for the salt air and the feel of sand underfoot.
I went to the coast yesterday. With each step towards the water I felt my pace quicken, picking my way barefoot through sea shells.
With the wind blowing in my face and each inhalation of the salt air I felt my spirits lift.
And for that short time, I felt home.