An Adventure at Whitstable Beach

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'Would you like to come into my adventure, mummy?'

Sometimes I worry that he hasn't quite got it, but then he makes me hop from cushion to cushion as we jump on the train, or he takes me into the 'jungle', where in reality no plant is higher than our knees and the most exotic animal you will find is a squirrel.  

Dylan is nearly three and I can see his imagination growing every day.  He loves to play pretend, making whole scenarios in his head and his favourite place to have these adventures is outdoors.  The park, the beach, the alley down the side of our house - it doesn't really matter when you are two, what matters is who you are with and what you are doing.

We took a trip to Whitstable beach at the weekend, not particularly organised, but set for the day none the less.  Our picnic blanket and beachy bits sat neglected at home and we had to make do with what we did have, our minds and our hands.  Not once did they ask for a bucket and spade, a watering can or a digger.  

They collected pebbles, they moved them from one part of the beach to another.  They examined the seaweed, the waves lapping the shore and searched for shells amongst the stones.  Dylan and I had competitions to find the roundest stone, the longest, the smoothest and the smallest.  Archie and I tried to balance them and build towers.

We dipped our toes into the cold sea, ate ice creams and sat on the pebbles.

We had so many adventures, that we took home two little boys who could barely keep their eyes open (well one managed to pull a few cheeky faces on the train still)