But the sea was my delight;
and I would often gladly pierce the town
to obtain the pleasure of a walk beside it,
whether with the pupils,
or alone with my mother during the vacations.
It was delightful to me at all times and seasons,
but especially in the wild commotion of a rough sea-breeze,
and in the brilliant freshness of a Summer morning.
~ Agnes Grey (ch. XXIV), by Anne Brontë