OOTD: The Breeze & I

This post is probably one of my favourites in a while. Not only because I had so much fun taking photographs, but because it sort of depicts the heart of what The Salty Sea Blog is about at the moment. It combines ocean inspired real memory photographs that document the beauty and poetry I find in the great outdoors, but also a sense of personal style and finding ones identity in those things. I find my identity in Cornwall, the sea, exploring, myths and stories but also writing and art. I recently wrote a story for my degree inspired by the little fairy folk that live down the mines (Knockers) and one day I'll share it with you. I achieved a whopping 80% (First) on my degree for it, so I'm currently stashing it away for a childrens fiction writing competition. But to the point, I'm delighted to share with you a variety of photographs from mine and Georges Christmas Eve ramble along the coast paths near to where I grew up. 

Wheal Coates is a rugged and magical spot you can find along the cliffs not too far from Chapel Porth cove in St.Agnes. I grew up in Illogan a few miles down, and this side of the coast was where my dad and I tend to explore most on the motorbike, have picnics when I was a kid and spend long hot afternoons watching the gliders & surfing. St.Agnes is beautiful and I love it dearly, I love Jericho Valley, the Blue Hills & the tiny surfing beaches you find dotted along the cliffs. It's probably my favourite stretch for drives and even though the tin mining industry is long gone, and many consider the engine house ruins an eye sore, I've always found them an exciting playground filled with mystery and intrigue. 

The next part, I am actually doing another little feature on clothing & style (A habit I'll try to get more into).

It's kind of important really. As someone who's big on outdoor adventure, exploring & generally getting muddy/sandy/covered in dirt it often means wearing tattered old jeans, durable jumpers and tee shirts. I find this a little hard to cope with because I've grown up living in dresses and I'm a total sucker for pretty clothes and it's often hard rambling on the coast paths through gorse bushes when you're wearing a Cath Kidston floral tea dress and your ankles are getting tattered to pieces. I'm guessing I'm not the only one in the world with this problem, so I figured why not compromise? FatFace are without a doubt one of my favourite 'compromise' brands. Their clothing is durable, great quality, but best of all; always pretty. It's not even really a compromise. I will always without fail, find something wonderful in there, from cute baby dolls dresses, vintage skirts to floral boyfriend shirts and perfect boots. 

Hat: FatFace      Blouse: Charity (Originally Monsoon)     Dress: FatFace

Boots: FatFace 

This green felt fedora I bought back at the end of summer just as the autumn stock was coming in. I have a ridiculous obsession with hats that's getting quite out of hand. But I after trying this on as a sort of silly joke (I'm totally lying, I can't resist putting on hats) I fell in love and bought it. The blouse was a £3 bargain find in a Bath charity shop (pretty dang good considering the brand is monsoon!) and I am a paisley fanatic also, admiring bohemian prints and it is one of my favourite charity shop finds to date. The dress is another FatFace find from last year, it's durable and comfy and can be worn with an endless amount of combinations and has delicate lace sleeves that dress it up enough that it's not just an outdoors dress. 

Overall, for rambling and outdoor wear I felt that I wasn't over dressed  in my usual frocks and skirts but didn't feel too restricted and bogged down by heavy jeans and endless layers. Overall, feminine but not having to worry about tears and rips when I climb, jump and (inevitably) fall over. 

This is where my hat literally blew off my head. It was really difficult to keep it on my head actually. Despite the beautiful skies, the winds were up and the sea was incredible. The surf was wild and the waves were alive. The colour of that roaring turquoise abyss just mesmerizes me. I could watch the sea forever, but it would be all to easy lose myself in its depths and pass my entire life that way. 

George was exceedingly brave. He is very much so into his circus tricks and gymnastics, so he was bought a uni cycle for his birthday last year. Not only has he mastered it already, but he is mad enough to ride it along the coast path. Well, I'm super impressed. If I wasn't already his girlfriend I'd be like "Woah. Dude. You're cool. Lets folk dance sometime." (That was pretty much how our relationship began).

My hat would not stay on my head for love nor money (Not that I offered it money, perhaps it might have stayed for money). It did however, willingly pose for a rustic Cornish photograph before the beautiful engine houses.

 I deeply apologise for my camera awkwardness. Posing and doing a good job of it is not my forté.

I suppose this is a random sight. We saw many bicycle riders along the coast path but George must have been the only Unicyclist of the day >.<

That haze is sea mist coming in from the waves. This place is absolute therapy. Absolute calm. 

 Practicing seascapes. How could I not with sun beams like this? I blame George, he brings the sun beams, always.

This spot is without question just beautiful. It's best visited at sunset or sunrise because the sight of the sun going down beyond the little mine houses is nothing short of magic. I love my home passionately as anyone who knows me is fully aware of. Sometimes I love it embarrassingly so, so much that it's cringe worthy. Still, there are a million places left to be explored before I can finally come back forever and find my very own little cottage on the river or by the sea and be a writer/photographer/drifter.

 The sky  was perfect for Christmas eve. The moon looked like the illustrations in my childhood nursery rhyme books. The Cheshire cat was grinning, and I wish the picture made it look as big as it did in real life. It was the perfect Christmas eve, and we came home to make a croquembouche (profiterole tower) with all the family and eat ridiculously yummy food. I hope all you lovely folks had equally wonderful Christmas eves, or if Christmas isn't a thing, I hope December is generally perfect for you in every way ^.^ I'm currently working on a little montage of Christmas that is probably more festive themed than rambles by the sea. Although, for me, nothing is more special than exactly those :)