Such beautiful weather this weekend. I realised little Isabella and I hadn't visited the beach for far too long and on Friday it called to us. Sparkling seas rolling busily onto the shore, seagulls riding the frothy crests and a blueness to the water that the photos didn't capture.
Weed needing to be thrown as far into the depths as a three year old can manage (which isn't very far as it happens).
Crashing waves throwing spray into the sky. We felt it sprinkle us as it was carried on the breeze.
The shore was heavy with seadweed of all types and I realised I had forgotten the names of most. Another aim for this year then: to re-learn and add to my knowledge of the beach flora and fauna, hopefully including the children in this journey.
I'm thinking we could make posters of our finds and name them as bringing home much of it for our nature table is obviously not possible. Lovely colourful drawings they will be won't they?
So, Friday was a bright, sparkling, unbelievably warm day which heralded the same for the whole weekend. So beautiful; so good to re-visit my old friend and be reminded of how much I love it in all its guises.
The search for the perfect wave begins again it seems.
How was your weekend? x
