History is mostly guessing; the rest is prejudice.

Hinsby Beach, looking to the south-east. Taroona, May 2010.

If I could, I would locate any workspace I would be required to be at each day right on a beach. I am not too fussed which beach, just some beach somewhere, preferably protected from the elements by a well-placed bluff. That and a view off into a vast expanse of ocean with all the glories that sea and sky can conjure up through the day.

A small, but well ventilated, glass box set upon a windswept coastline would be a vast improvement on a cubicle, strip fluorescent lighting and the now closed venation blinds that constitutes my vista these days.

That’s my dream. What’s yours?

Comments

smudgeon said…

I think it might be hard to top your beach-office combination. Perhaps a beach without excess quantities of seaweed?

27 July 2010 at 09:04

Julie said…

I have just got myself a grand-daughter so I dream of reality.

27 July 2010 at 10:10

Magpie said…

My dreams depend on the day.
Yours sounds lovely....I'm afraid I wouldn't get a lot of work done, though in your glass box by the sea.

27 July 2010 at 12:31

Roddy said…

I believe that I have the best of most worlds as my office/work site embraces the ocean each and every day. It can become mundane though. The one advantage is that it is ever changing. Also having the ocean as a vista from the balcony when at home.

27 July 2010 at 16:50

Kris McCracken said…

Less LOUD women too...

4 August 2010 at 17:47

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