Come to the sea with me – Hampton Beach, New Hampshire

I so love that phrase, come to the sea with me, that I actually painted a sign with that sentiment and have it hung in my home. What invitation could be more romantic? And since my writing is laden with romance, even though much of what I write embraces the world of suspense ( see, I even use the word embrace when referring to suspense – can’t escape from romance and I don’t want to), I tend to apply romance to everything, especially the sea.
One hour north of Boston, Hampton Beach is endowed with total beauty. New England is fortunate to host the shores – we are almost greedy in what we have here. At Hampston Beach, I was surprised the first time there by it’s great stretch of sand and surf – not all beaches seem so extensive. Having been there recently, and in all seasons it is terrific, I was reminded of what a magnificant place it is. I am a rock collector. No beach goes untouched by me, but I don’t take anything huge – sometimes just a pretty pebble. I have a yard filled with stones and massive rocks, but I keep bringing more home and creating more rock walls strewn with shells among the rocks. It’s a tiny bit weird seeing shells in the woods where I live, but I don’t care – It’s pretty to see the white shapes among the varying colors of rocks.
Getting back to Hampton Beach, if you have not been there, you will love it. It has something for everyone – fireworks on the beach during the summer months on Wednesday evenings, fried dough to fine cuisine, amusements for the kids, great and numerous accommodations, terrific surfing, and best of all, the incredible Atlantic Ocean. There isn’t a grain of sand you won’t love – no one could possibly be bored or in anyway disappointed. Go :>)

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