This weekend didn't quite turn out as I expected really and a planned family get together was cut pretty short so on Sunday morning we found ourselves with the whole day stretching out in front of us. Not missing an opportunity we got to strike West Wittering off our 'to do' and packed up the beach tent, a picnic (basically everything you could need except Gwyn's swimmers) and we set off for West Wittering Beach.
The first thing George said when we got onto the beach was 'where are the stones?' No stones, just a very long stretch of sand. The sea was warm, I saw fish for the first time in possibly forever swimming next to me on the coastline, Ruby and George laughed and played all day, we ate ice-cream, built sandcastles and had an amazing day out. I even managed to beach nap, that weird in and out of consciousness type napping where you feel all warm and contented (and then a bit sick when you get up and very burnt when you get home.)
It made me want to go away, far away and take the family for a few weeks to a tropical beach, somewhere I can smell pineapple and coconuts and swim with sharks.
In the meantime, being ever the realist as far as the next few months go, I've booked to go camping nearby over the holidays so we can spend a bit more time there!