Blog Blogger: BLIND DATE BANGERS walked this beach every morning. In a way, the sea gives me life, just as it gives life to the crabs and seagulls. When I breathe the moist salt air, I feel the renewal, the invigoration of my being that I crave. The world is quiet, this early in the morning, except for the seagulls. We've reached an agreement, those sparkling white screechers and I. I leave the weed line to them and they leave the rest to me. Some would think that a strange relationship, but it seems to satisfy us both