Everyone loves the beach on a hot, summer day, but most of my best memories of the beach are during the cool, early days of spring and late days of fall. When I was younger we used to head up to a cottage in Kincardine, with a yard full of rocky sand and tall over-grown grass always rustling in the breeze. In Scotland, the wind was always strong and cold, causing the waves to crash to the shore – although I didn't seem mind being so pre-occupied with collecting rocks and shells. Then there were times with friends... skipping class for a beach picnic with no witnesses but a few seagulls... or DQ ice cream while we walked along the shore – our hands practically frozen to our cups. And of course a time or two where I hid behind my boyfriend to shield myself from the wind. I don't love the cold weather, but I love these particular memories... all bundled up in a million layers... has me me wanting a new cardigan or two to cosy up in. Shopping (or rather window-shopping) anyone?