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During this time, the weather was clear and the sky stretched above in an endless expanse of blue. Although there had been a gentle rain during the night, it seemed as if the heavens had now cleared all their tears.

Whenever I gaze upon such a clear sky, my mind inevitably wanders to the sea. Its vastness, its mystery—it holds a certain enchantment for me. Yet, as of late, the demands of life have kept me from its shores. There's been scarce enough free time to steal away for a leisurely stroll or a quiet moment of contemplation by the waves.

Today, however, the clock granted me a small reprieve. At noon my son and I for a meal at "The Cockle", a quaint cafe I had visited a mere fortnight ago. The memory of that visit lingered, shrouded in rain-soaked melancholy. Each day had been cloaked in gray, the view obscured by a watery veil. Today, however, promised something different.

The owner of "The Cockle" shared with me a story that stretched back sixteen years, before the devastating 2004 tsunami swept through the area. At the time, this place was renowned as the largest cockle farm in all of Thailand. Thousands of tons of these precious shellfish were harvested daily, their journey extending to every corner of the country.

Then came that fateful day when the tsunami struck, leaving in its wake a changed ecosystem. The once thriving cockle beds struggled to recover, and the art of raising them became a challenge. It was as though the sea itself mourned the loss, refusing to yield its bounty.

In the face of this change, the owner of the cockle farm refused to be defeated. They undertook a massive renovation of the area, transforming it into a charming beachside cafe. The decision proved to be inspired, as customers flocked in, drawn by the tranquil beauty and the lingering echoes of the sea.

And so, "The Cockle" was reborn, a testament to resilience and adaptation. Its name, a nod to the history that lay beneath the sands, whispered of a time when the sea and the cockles danced in harmony. Now, it stood as a beacon of hope, a place where stories were spun over cups of coffee, and where the spirit of a community found solace in the sea breeze.

Nestled within a narrow, winding alley, "The Cockle" Cafe might seem elusive, but trust the GPS, and it'll lead you right to its doorstep. As you approach, a spacious counter stretches out, inviting you to explore a delectable array of food, drinks, and mouthwatering bakery items.

Once your order is placed and settled, the choice of seating awaits. Divided into two distinct zones, the first lies adjacent to the counter, inviting in the invigorating sea breeze. It's a spot for those who wish to feel the pulse of the shore with every breath.

Yet, the allure of Zone 2 often proves irresistible to patrons. Stepping into the air-conditioned room, you're greeted by a welcome coolness. The expanse of space is a sanctuary for those seeking respite from the heat. To the left, two grand windows frame a breathtaking panorama of the sea. It's a view that promises to steal your breath away.

Opting for a seat by the glass, we were greeted by a sight that spoke volumes. The sky, an expanse of pure blue, stretched out above, adorned with clouds as white as whipped cream. The atmosphere was nothing short of perfect, a canvas painted by nature itself.

As we looked out, memories of a past visit resurfaced. Back then, it was low tide, revealing a vast expanse of mud that seemed to stretch for miles. Today, the scene mirrored that memory, a reminder of the ebb and flow of time, and the enduring beauty of the sea.

As we settled into our chosen seats, a prompt and friendly waiter swiftly appeared, bearing a delightful surprise—a petite cake, its charm perfectly complementing my choice of green tea. It was a thoughtful touch, adding a touch of sweetness to the already inviting atmosphere.

Anticipating a crowd, we understood that the main course might take its time. Noon, after all, was a bustling hour, drawing in more patrons than any other time of day. This gave us the opportunity to savor the moment, to soak in the beauty of the sea beyond the clear windows, and relish the calm before the anticipated culinary delight.

After a half-hour wait, the waiter returned with our eagerly awaited meals. My order, the seafood basil fried rice with a perfectly fried egg, arrived on a plate that could only be described as a work of art. The scent of fresh basil leaves wafted up, tantalizing my taste buds and eliciting a chorus of rumbles from my stomach.

My son's choice was a hearty one as well—stir-fried chicken with fragrant basil, accompanied by a pair of perfectly fried eggs. As we tucked into our dishes, it was a revelation. The flavors danced on our palates, each bite more delicious than the last.

It was almost unbelievable how a meal could be so satisfying and mouthwateringly good. We savored each mouthful, with the sea breeze and the view adding an extra layer of magic to the experience. It was a feast not just for our stomachs, but for our senses as well.

Satisfied and content, we ventured outside onto a walkway that stretched out, extending towards the sea. With the tide being low today, the mudflats were on full display. Upon closer inspection, the landscape revealed a bustling community of mudskippers, darting and crawling across the muck. Among them, a few curious crabs scuttled about, adding to the lively scene.

We took a seat, captivated by this miniature world. Each creature seemed to have its own purpose, navigating the muddy terrain with a surprising agility. It was a tranquil yet mesmerizing sight, a reminder of the vibrant life that thrived beyond the confines of our usual view. We watched in quiet fascination, appreciating the simplicity and beauty of nature's intricate dance.

This cafe left us thoroughly impressed. Whether it was the breathtaking view or the delectable food, every aspect was top-notch. Now, with the addition of a new restaurant being constructed behind it, our anticipation for future visits has only grown. There's no doubt in our minds - we'll be returning to this gem of a place again.