As I woke up this morning, the sun was streaming through the curtains (honestly!) encouraging me in my desire to get everyone out of the house – can you believe none of us have really left the house since Christmas Eve apart from my birthday outing to Costa Coffee in the pouring rain?
Time to unplug Curly blonde from the Kindle, Small blonde from Mooshi Monsters and Tall blonde from the Ipod. I won’t pretend this was a popular decision, indeed we left Tall blonde behind because ‘I’ve got loads of revision to do Mum’ but flask and cake packed us hardy souls headed off to the coast.
Can you believe it, hardly anyone else was there?
Just hardy dog walkers and one lone surfer.
Curly blonde immediately got a bit grumpy because I hadn’t packed the body boards or trunks but soon cheered up when he saw his cricket bat and an empty beach.
So what did we do? I walked and thought and picked up shells. Small blonde ran up and down the dunes reinacting D Day landings (his latest obsession). Curly and Mr blonde played beach cricket over and over again and it was just wonderful.
Before we went home we even ate Christmas Cake sitting in the very windy picnic area and we were happy, happy, happy.