Oh, I miss living near the sea sometimes. Okay, not just sometimes, ALL the time, the water calls to you, whispers to you. Once you’ve lived near it, it’ll constantly tug at your soul to make you come back and breathe the salty air while your hair gets whipped into a bird’s nest and you feel as free as the seagulls flying above you.
It’s always good to go back home, but it’s especially good when the whole family gather, eat good food, drink and celebrate. It was my nephew’s first birthday party on Saturday and all four cousins played together (well three of them did, Rose looked on in all of her four month old gorgeousness) and Betsy played with ALL of Asher’s toys and helped to open most of his presents too in her eternal excitement about birthdays. We then went for a walk around Royal Victoria country park and bathed in the golden hour light, looked over Southampton Water and made promises that we must do this again soon (Easter, I think).
A brief stay over at my folks meant a Sunday morning stroll over to the beach to throw pebbles in the sea, listen to the Brent geese fly up ahead, play on the swings and have a cup of tea and a cake sitting outside in glorious sunshine while keeping half an eye on the black clouds in the distance.
It’s amazing how recharged you can feel after such a short trip, isn’t it?