It’s Wicked Wednesday again and this week we’ve been to the beach. We go to the beach quite often, seeing as it’s only a ten minute drive away, but F is only just starting to appreciate it now that he can walk.
It’s been one of those mornings when I just couldn’t handle the idea of being stuck inside, even with the weather forecast being a little unsettled. So the kids donned their waterproofs and I packed the rain cover for the push chair into the car and off we went.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but I never remember to check the tide times before I set off. I just go and hope for the best and have a half-baked alternative lined up just in case there is no sand. Luckily, the tide was all the way out and we had miles of beach to run around on. So I liberated F from the pushchair and he and O promptly ran/staggered off across the sand in search of half-dug holes and abandoned sandcastles (because I also tend to forget buckets and spades and it looked like it might piss it down at any moment).
The boys chased each other around for about an hour, F didn’t eat any sand for once and O managed not to knock him over too many times. They had fun – I think -, but F’s little legs were getting tired and the black clouds were rolling in, so I called them both back and we beat a hasty retreat back to the car. I’d just got both kids, the pushchair and myself inside when the rain started and I was relieved that I hadn’t had to wrestle the rain cover onto the push chair while O refused to have his hood up and then wailed about being wet (this has happened before. More than once).
Anyway, I think this photo sums up our morning at the beach pretty well:
Have a lovely week, everyone!