‘The house [on the clifftops] was tiny;
it didn’t take long to snoop around it.
But there was nothing here, no one, the sea.’
From ‘Bluebottle’
by Belinda Castles
nothing here, no-one, the sea.
twenty-one words 
Isolated seascapes are increasingly hard to find here – relish yours!
I promise you that I do relish it, Eliza :). That particular seascape is from Yorke Peninsula, a place I love and venerate more than I can properly express.