I find the sea really inspiring. Photographs are beautiful, of course, but I’m talking about seeing it right there in front of you. A massive expanse of water, the sheer volume of which you can’t even begin to comprehend. Stretching out infinitely - or so it seems, anyway. This illusion of infinity, of never-ending, always makes makes me feel breathless. And I can never quite believe that the sea, the ocean, is right there in front of me. It may seem quite silly to you, after all, the sea isn’t something from a fairytale, it’s something quite real… and yet I find that there’s something special about it. There’s something exciting about its power, beauty, and even danger - actually, most especially danger. I always find I can think more clearly when I’m by the sea. Maybe it’s the fresh air, maybe it’s the serene quiet, punctured only every now and again by the cry of a sea-gull. Or maybe it’s because seeing something which is quite literally awesome (and I mean that in the original sense of the word) really puts things into perspective. All my worries seem just that little bit better when I’m by the sea. The sea gives me hope. And it makes me believe more than ever that love exists.