Ah, the sea. I miss the sea, the beach and the salt air. Maybe it’s because I went to the beach so much as a kid, but the sounds and the smells of the beach (and ideally the sunshine) just instantly make me feel better.
But I live on an island. How is it even possible that I miss the beach? Maybe it’s just the unfamiliarity of my surroundings and the fact that travelling into the unknown with a 3-year-old in tow is a slightly more considered thought process.
So on my birthday we went to the seaside for the day. And when we got there I said to myself, why on earth have I not done this more often? Granted, it was an easy journey on a random weekday when then weather was typically English (read gray, windy, cold). Certainly, the traffic on a gorgeous summer’s day would present its own challenges. But still, this was a reminder to get us out exploring much more often than we do.
It wasn’t “the beach” by my definition of the beach, I’ve still not learned to fully appreciate the rocky shores of England, I want vast expanses of smooth soft sand. But it was a lovely day spent with my little man. And there were plenty of rocks to dig through and treasures to find, feathers, shells, and pieces of fishing net filling up his little bag.
And I do love me some colorful beach huts. Even on the dreariest of days, their little rainbow stretching along the shoreline can’t help but put a smile on your face.
