I remember staying on Jekyll Island in 1962 after driving across Canada, down the west coast of USA into south Mexico through the southern States to Florida, staying a week on the sands near the large Air Force Base, then up to the eastern States and criss -crossing up to New York and finally back to Ottawa, all in 3 months, then returning to England.
When Tony and I drove to Dartmouth N.S. each summer to visit with Ian and baby Alexander we always drove out to Lawrencetown, walked up over the large rocks and walked on the wet sand, then up to the old house above the rocks for tea and cakes.
When Alex was old enough he came with us to paddle in the ocean and build sand castles.
Masefield's Sea Fever, we learned by heart, which I could recite for many years later, at my small school in Ringwood, Hants, on the edge of the New Forest.
I come alive with the smell of the salt air!
It's a small world!
Suzanne
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