Sea, every time. I live less than five miles from the coast now, but it’s the furthest away I’ve ever been. For nine years or thereabouts I lived so close to the shore I could sometimes fall asleep to the sound of the water, if it was particularly rough or choppy, or an especially quiet night.
I’ll never stop being calmed by the sea spray and the smell of salt water. The air itself is different around the sea, and I relish it.
The sky might be the most beautiful, but in my heart of hearts I’m sat on the end of the old Ferryside pier, just listening.