I'm completely sold on the beach in winter; maybe even more than in summer. The main thing I love about the beach in summer is swimming, which I really do love, but there's something deeply special about it in the fierce, blustery cold of winter.
My feets were there:
And I, of course, couldn't get enough of looking at the pattern of water in sand:
But of all the pictures, I took, I think this one is most like what it feels like there: