Tuesday, 24 July 2012
On the beach
This is my childhood beach. I can't tell you where it is I'm afraid as it's the best kept secret in Somerset. It is wild and wonderful, with blackish silty sand which stains your swimming costume and owns rock pools to rival all others. The walk down to the beach is a fair trek and even locals don't seem to know where it is. The sea was in when we arrived today, the girls stripped and immediately ran in squealing, unbothered by its mud brown colour. As the sea made its way out, pools were created which warmed quickly in the sun. The children played for hours, soon taking off their cozzies and inventing intricate games with a spade and two buckets while I sat on the shingle and caught up with my mum. We talked about the past, present and a little bit about the future as we ate cheese and pickle rolls, looking on at the kids as they smeared great grey rocks with wet sand.
"What are you doing P?" I enquired.
"I'm putting sun cream on the elephants," she replied incredulously.