I hadn't actually been to the beach since arriving in Perth at the beginning of 2012, even though it's famed for its beaches. Dad, Mum and I did stop at one and we took photos and went to the ice-cream shops on the boardwalk, but we never actually went down to the sandy beach proper, so that doesn't count. So my housemates/good friends, Mark and Hilary, and I had decided that at some point this week we'd all go to the beach and have dinner and watch the sunset or something
On Saturday, we went to the seaside/hippie area of Fremantle (more friends were supposed to join us for lunch as a sort of farewell do for Hilary, who is going to London for two years in a few days, but they all said at the last minute - ie when we were already at Freo - that they couldn't make it, and they all came to our house in the evening instead, so it was just the three of us in the afternoon) and had some excellent food, and we were lying on the grass and basking in the warm sun and napping and then we remembered that the beach was only a short walk away, and decided to visit it briefly before going Geocaching.
It was beautiful. I regretted not visiting it earlier, and I also regretted not wearing beach-appropriate clothing instead of jeans and socks and shoes. XD I would have liked to dig my toes into the sand, it was very soft and fine and clean. The wind was also very strong, completely ruining my formerly tame hair, but it was so worth it.
Soon we began to walk towards the closest Geocaching site in search of the hidden 'treasure' there, but I was hesitant to leave the beach so soon and was lagging behind, staring at the sea. Hilary must have turned around to see why I was lagging and she went, "WAIT, STOP, KEEP LOOKING THERE, GIVE ME YOUR PHONE." And she took this lovely picture, which I'm absurdly fond of.
When I was standing there, the first two lines of the song Legolas sings in The Return of the King, upon first beholding the sea (or did he just hear seagulls?) came to mind.
To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressëa, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!
I was trying to find the rest of the song since I could only really remember the first two lines, and came across this absolutely lovely version. She's also done a lot of the other songs that Tolkien wrote; my favourite is the song of Durin.