We take a long walk along the coastal path. It’s warm but the sky is gray. The fields are lush and green, carpets of corn covering the countryside.
The little people are in tow, stopping every few yards to clear out the rocks from their shoes. Or to dig up sticks. Or to just sit. The walk takes an hour one way as we stop and start, little people asking to be carried. But we soldier on to the pub we’ve been told is at the end of the journey. We find it, it’s closed. The downhill journey home is much quicker, a mere twenty minutes as we race to beat the rain.
In the morning, the sun shines and we rejoice at the possibilities of outdoor adventures further along the south coast, to Durdle Door, a place I’ve long wanted to visit. It’s beauty is stunning, the water deep clear blue, the cliffs steep and rocky. We climb down the steep steps to the rocky beach where we soak in the sun, dip our toes in the water, and throw stones.
We’re ready for more adventures, there are more sights to see, so we climb back to the top of the cliffs, stopping one last time at the top to take in the view of the sea and the horizon. Ice cream awaits.
We venture to Weymouth, where a wide stretch of sandy beach beckons us. I’m regretting the choice I made to wear jeans, the sun has worked its magic throughout the day. The tide is out and the water is shallow, perfect for little people to run and splash in. He makes the biggest most genuine smiles.
We make amends for leaving the buckets and spades at the hotel by treating them to a turn on the trampoline. They jump and laugh, faces full of smiles. This is what being a kid is all about.
And then the perfect day, the beach day with weather so brilliant it was as if I’d ordered it off a menu. I’ve made the right wardrobe choice today, shorts. We’ve remembered the buckets and spades. I’ve forgotten my book but it doesn’t matter. The view is more than enough to keep me happy.
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