beside the seaside…
As anticipated by today we were already bored of quiet stay at home days – I do think the children and I all suffer from short attention spans :oops:. I had a very productive morning of getting the aired tent all packed away (it was not up, just draped around the place. Amazing how much harder it is to fold up in a cramped playroom floorspace rather than a big open field), several loads of washing all put away and the rest washed and hung out and various online stuff sorted including holiday organisation for camping in September and hostelling in December.
We watched some Berenstein Bears – that’s an awful show isn’t it? And I did some other online stuff while Davies and Scarlett played – and annoyed each other.
After lunch they went out to play with the chickens for a while but when they came back in and were still all squabbly I decided we needed to get out of the house and we headed off to the beach. We were there for just over an hour I guess but plenty long enough to blow away all the cobwebs, have all words quite literally whipped away by the wind and get a good dose of fresh air and exercise. We had it all but to ourselves except for a few people out walking dogs. We did some getting quite close to the sea which was very high and very dramatic with lots of big waves crashing and sea spray all the way down onto the green where the car park is, some leaning into the wind, some scrambling about on the rocks and some collecting stuff as we beachcombed along the highest point of the sea which must have been just starting to go out.
I’ve decided to change my definition of children growing up from them being able to eat an ice cream without parental intervention to being able to leave a beach without a collection of things :lol:. Davies – who only just realised today while he was collecting a new stash that he’d left the stash of Eweleaze beach back at the campsite – gathered all sorts including driftwood, seaweed, shells, pebbles and a couple of crabs legs. Scarlett was more discerning and decided to limit her collecting to cuttlefish spines only, but in varying sizes 😆
Of course it wouldn’t be right if we didn’t get a selftimer 😉
and there is nothing more tempting than running towards a large group of birds to get them to all take off together in a mass of flapping wings!
Finally we were sufficiently wind tossed, salt sprayed and some of us were very laden down so we came home again for Walking with Cavemen and tea for the children, while I drunk what must have been my 7th cup of tea of the day. Davies and I went into the garden and I trimmed off some of the wilder bits of his hair that were getting in his eyes. He’s had so many people ruffling his mop of hair the past week that he’s decided he quite likes it being a talking point and wants to keep it longer though so the rest of it stayed. It all blew away in the wind and we decided it was Extreme Hairdressing :lol:.They had baths and hairwashes to get the seasalt out and then some stories from a lovely Barefoot book of Faery stories before they went off to bed.
Ady cooked a nice dinner, we started to watch Once but decided we didn’t like it (too much singing and yes I am aware of the irony of that accusation ;)) so watched Lake House instead, which I quite liked.
The Lake House – hmm, subjectively, I enjoyed it. Objectively, it’s really pretty awful! That kiss at the end is the most soulless, unromantic thing I’ve ever seen 😆
And I still come home from the beach with stuff I’ve collected ….
Comment by Alison — 20 August 2008 @ 12:22 pm
Me too 🙂 Boo and I have a real thing about stones with holes in them. We’ve found one with a face once and gave it to friends to hang on their kitchen wall with two others they had. I like stones.
Comment by Roslyn — 20 August 2008 @ 4:17 pm