With my older daughter home from school for the week, my mom and stepdad braved the long car drive down to the Outer Banks with me and the girls, for a few days in a hotel by the beach. Though the girls wanted to spend most of our visit at the indoor pool (and I in the adjoining hot tub), we visited our usual summer haunts: Kelly’s for seafood and warm sweet potato biscuits, Duck’s Cottage for books and coffee, and The Kids’ Store for toys.
I have a love-hate relationship with the beach. When I was growing up, we went to Virginia Beach every summer, and by my teens, I often preferred to read in the hotel room rather than face sunburn and sand-induced itchiness. The idea of the beach was often better than the thing itself. But I always liked the salty smell as our car neared the ocean, and the rush- then-fade of the waves crashing.
This excerpt from Seamus Heaney’s poem “Oysters” captures the tang and textures of the shore:
Our shells clacked on the plates.
My tongue was a filling estuary,
My palate hung with starlight:
As I tasted the salty Pleiades
Orion dipped his foot into the water.
…I ate the day
Deliberately, that its tang
Might quicken me all into verb, pure verb.
2 thoughts on “Spring Break: heading for the sea”
I used to live in Norfolk and drive out to the beach and Outer Banks, etc, all the time. I miss it. Thanks for the pic and poem.
Glad it brought back some memories – the Outer Banks are very special to me. Thanks for dropping by!