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 swam between the flags (well more like stood up to our knees between the flags).
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.
Some little girls also loved building sand castles.
I got cranky at the sand and the sea gulls, and generally made miserable for a while. I then accepted the inevitability of sand all over my children and embraced the whole experience. Fish and Chips finished the day off beautifully.
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.
