Leaving home on one bit of coast to holiday on another is a true sign of loving the sea. We travelled from the Isle of Wight to the Isle of Purbeck for a long weekend of sunshine and skimming stones. I love how the sound of rocks changes underfoot close to the waters edge. Sit in one spot for an hour and you’ll find a hundred pebbly variations, just asking to be smoothed beneath thumbs, gathered in linty pockets, or released in to the deep blue beyond. When I was little my dad would point out the feldspar and fossils, while my mum would point out the rings in stones that granted wishes; a perfect childhood mix of fact and fiction. A week later and the salty sea has dried off my feet, but the pebbles are still in my pocket.