Yesterday we went to West Bay, our last visit a few months back, saw us wrapped in coats against the freezing breeze, and needing chips to warm our blue fingers – but now summer is here and it was hot and the air was scented with the tropical tang of sun cream. In the spirit of my post on Monday about learning joy from Syd, I didn’t take many pictures. Obvs I took a few, it was too gorgeous not too – but once I had snapped for a few minutes I put my camera firmly away and got on with the business of immersing myself in the experience.
And it was glorious. We paddled, shrieking at the cold, jumping and running from the waves, sometimes getting caught out by an unexpectedly large one, drenching our knees and making us laugh harder.
We made shingle sand castles. Well, shingle piles, the almost sand not being structurally sound enough for actual castles, but we didn’t let that put us off.
We rummaged in the stones for fossils, and Syd found some. He found one that was definitely, according to him, a small person toe fossil. I marvelled at the gleam of the polished pebbles, shining like jewels, and an occasional piece of glass worn completely smooth by the oceans clasp.
And OK, I still can’t quite match a three year olds joy level, but I got closer than when participating through a lens. I didn’t join him in lying in the sand, shifting my limbs as if to make a snow angel. But I did bury my toes, toasting them in the golden grains.
It was a perfect hour or so, followed by lunch and of course a big ice cream for him and the teen, and a slab of coffee and walnut cake for me – so big even I couldn’t manage to eat it all! Lovely.
Love Miss Cisco XXX