I have always lived close to the sea and my memories of summer growing up are the smell of sun cream, the sound of laughter, the feel of sand under my toes, the salty taste on my lips after swimming in the sea and our beach hut. Every summer we had the same one, right in the middle of the strip, we shared it with other families, we brought picnics down, we spent whole days there, we never got bored of the beach.Read more ⇨
My mum and dad kept hold of the beach hut, they renewed the rental each year and now I love the fact that my own children are growing up with the same experiences. It isn't at our local beach but it is just a short drive away and they love it there. I can keep Cora out of the sun, we can drink hot tea and coffee, we can stay down for tea and we can watch the glorious sunsets.
Because the tides come in higher in the winter, the hut is taken away and this weekend was our last chance to enjoy a day at the beach hut this year. We were so lucky with the weather and Sunday was warm and bright and we spent all afternoon by the sea.
We intended to go home for dinner, now that school and nursery are back in we are trying to stick to the routine, but we ended up with fish and chips on the promenade and being barefoot on the sand as the sun set. It felt like a perfect end of the season, and whilst I am still hoping on some bonus summer days before the end of the month, next time we are at the beach hut we may well have four mobile children!
I had my camera on me and hadn't used it all day but when the sun started to set and the light turned golden I couldn't resist having a play around and taking a few pictures.
|cuddles with Grandpa|
|noughts and crosses with Daddy|
I love that my babies are growing up in the same place that I did, having such similar experiences and enjoying the same things.