We went for a drive on Wednesday afternoon, to a nearby surf beach (magic beach is on a lake). I confess I am not a fan of the beach. I hate the way sand gets over everything, and in your clothes. I hate that you find sand in every thing for the next month. Any way back to the story…
We didn’t surf (not that there was ever much chance of me doing it anyway).
A certain little boy loved it so much, especially as he got to “help” his favourite person (Dad) in the water and to build a sand castle.
I have sometimes thought that I would like to live near the beach, but I think I am more likely to make it as country girl than as surfer girl.