The sand

the sand

I’m not really a beach person. I like it in photos, I appreciate the beauty, and certainly spent countless hours exploring rock pools and digging giant holes while my dad surfed and mum and I stayed with the dog on the beach.

But the sand. The wind. The insects. The heat. Did I mention the sand? It seems to take away from good.

Give me the mountains and a river any time.

Today we arrived down the coast for a few days. We unpacked and headed straight towards the water, toes in the sand, wind whipping my hair into my eyes, into my mouth.

Poss ran towards the waves faster than we could stop her. Fully clothed, she ran straight into the water up to her waist, like a puppy off the leash. Jumping and squealing in the waves. I buried my head in husbands chest, the wind couldn’t get to my fringe there.

Walking back to the house, wet, her pants making a squelching sound with every step she made. She’s wet, she’s getting dirty. Sand trailing behind us, rough under our feet on the warm pavement. Distracted, trying to work out how we were going to get the sand off our feet before we reach our apartment.

Poss turned and said simply “thank you for taking me away. I really like just being with you both”.

And with that, the sand didn’t seem like such a big deal.

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Comments

  1. That has brought tears to my eyes – it’s basically what it’s all about isn’t it? Making the sun shine in our little ones hearts, and just being there for them.

    I’m the opposite to you, I love the beach, which is just as well as you could literally spit a cherry stone from my front door to the sand, but I do hate the mess it makes. Luckily I have a good vacuum cleaner and low standards šŸ˜€

  2. Noella Hextall says:

    A truely perfect moment. Enjoy your holiday x

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