We are very lucky to live close to the coast, when the sun peeks it’s way through the clouds, or even when it doesn’t show it’s face at all, we can jump on the train and get off by the sea 8 minutes later. I like the beach in Winter, it is bleak and empty and the sea’s powers are at their peak, as waves crash onto the shore. But you can’t beat a glorious summer day at the beach!
I love the beach. I moan a lot about being too hot in summer, and the sure fire cure is heading to the coast. For starters it is always a degree or two cooler at the water’s edge, and there is nothing so good for cooling the blood as having your feet immersed in jolly old British sea water.
If you think that life has moved on since we were children, and you wring your hands in despair at their inability to remove their faces from screens and have fond memories of your own youth and it’s simple pleasures, then head to the beach. It is still the 1970’s there I think. My two romp about building sandcastles while I hover a few feet away perched on an ever sandier towel watching them and other people.
The sand still gets into all your crevices, leaving you scratching and wriggling for days afterwards. The smell of salty sea and sun lotion is just the same as it always was. Toddlers still squeal their giggles as they jump over tiny waves and run away from bouquets of dangling sea weed clutched in their Dad’s hands as he chases them down the beach. Ice creams still drip down small faces. You can still visit a seafront amusement arcade and watch your coins bump their way through cascades and celebrate as you win eight pence. There are donkey rides and a helter skelter. A day at the seaside is as utterly perfect as it always was.
For lunch – chips on the prom. Vinegar and greasy fingers rummaging to the bottom of the bag for the crispy bits, surrounded by a pack of hopeful seagulls who joyfully receive the leftovers thrown to them by an over excited small chap who roared with laughter as they scrapped over our scraps.
Sandcastles are built, and then destroyed by their creators hand. Holes are dug. By small people and big people, it seems digging a hole is something we never grow out of! Toes are buried. Shoes are buried and hastily retrieved before being lost forever. Then exhausted we take the return train home, leaving a trail of sand on the velour seats. Sorry South West Trains, that was us.
Tired we tumble into our house, scuttling through to the garden to empty half the beach from our shoes. After surviving the day on chips and ice cream, something nutritious is needed for tea. But also something that requires no effort, my arms being heavy from the digging and the heat. I try to keep some ready made fresh soups from the Glorious Foods range in the fridge, and half-baked rolls in the cupboard. It is the sort of meal that can be made with no effort, yet is packed with flavour and nutrition. The Fragrant Thai Carrot soup would be perfect for this sort of day, the hint of coconut reflecting the same smell from our sun lotioned skins, the flavours fresh and not too heavy for a hot day. Then suitably nourished, we can all snooze away dreaming of our next adventure,
Love Miss Cisco XXX
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