The sea makes me nervous. Swimming in it does (mostly thanks to Jaws - if I'm not worrying about coming face to disembodied eyeball with a shark's cast-off, I'm expecting to come face to face with something alive, big and scary), and I always expect something to come crawling out and grab me. In Dorset, near the Durdle Door, I once stood on a high cliff and watched the shadows play on the sea, imagining the shapes were caused by big fuck off sea monsters. However, watching 'Basic Instinct' the other day, I was thinking how lucky Sharon Stone's character was to live in the house on the cliff. So I'm of two minds about the sea. My dog loves it though, which is a big point in its favour - nothing more wonderful than seeing him frolic in the spray and roll around getting covered in sand. |