The sea was in front and the field was behind and the wind stirred them both.
The wharf was in the distance and the piled-high bolder breakwall was so successful that the fishing boats barely bobbed. It was not "nature red in tooth and claw" but it was wild enough for me. I stood carefully back from the bank.
My appreciation and excitement of nature came in mid-life, seemingly when I climbed some (gentle) mountains in the Rockies. Perhaps more of my animal component got switched on than previously was engaged. I'm no outdoorsman by any means, and two-hour segments of woods and water suit me fine. But I do want them daily.