I spent a lovely day at the beach down in Portobello with Sioned and Mari while we were playing at the Traverse in Edinburgh. The day was full of the extraordinary activity of a one-year old learning to walk.
The main event however was watching Mari eat seaweed. Not gobbling it down like there’s no tomorrow, but delicately chewing it like it was a fine food at a fancy restaurant.
Suddenly it all made sense. She had a certain comfortability on the beach with the sea and its weed. She was a kind of sea creature. The way she moved was between walking and swimming. Her gurgling sounds were more like water swirling. Her occasional deep breath like a deep sea diver. She was at home with the sound of the waves and the long expanse of sand.