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A coast is the only landscape that keeps time out loud. Mountains are older and say nothing about it. Forests move on a scale nobody watches. The sea arrives every few seconds, all day, and it has done so continuously for longer than there have been people to hear it.

The practical consequence is that it is very difficult to be efficient near one. Efficiency requires you to believe the next hour matters more than this one, and a tide is a standing argument against that.

Why the first evening is always long

Almost everyone reports the same distortion. The first evening by the sea feels disproportionately long, and the last morning disappears.

The likeliest explanation is unglamorous: time feels long when there is a lot to attend to and nothing to anticipate. On arrival everything is new and nothing is scheduled. By the final morning the light and the sound have become background, and the drive home is already running.

This is worth knowing because it is the argument for going more often rather than for longer. Two nights taken twelve times a year contain twelve first evenings. Two weeks taken once contains one.

What it asks of a building

Coastal architecture is mostly a set of arguments with salt, and the buildings that survive it are the ones that stopped resisting. Salt finds fixings. Wind finds anything cantilevered for a photograph. The monsoon does not care what the render was rated for.

The houses that age well on this coastline tend to be low, deeply shaded, built of things that were already local, and designed by somebody who had been there in July rather than in January.