It has been a long time since I can remember that gritty, weathered feeling that comes from swimming in the sea and spending lots of time in the sun. Anyone might have mistaken our week’s holiday for a week overseas going by the nut brown berries my children have become.
Who would have known we were just enjoying my favourite harbour in Wales?
Who would have known that the thing we would need to buy was suncream? Who would have known that we packed too few pairs of shorts? Who would have known it was September? It has been blissful.
Some elaborate sand art began the week.
And then the water sports began!
We have also encountered plenty of native wildlife including crabs, fish, seals, seagulls and this fella.
One evening’s entertainment was to watch the new lifeboat launch for routine training. It was actually quite spectacular.
Here it comes!
The little jolly boat did some tricks too.
Another evening’s entertainment was Daddy devised and led. Any guesses? He had us all roped and helmeted up on the cliffs. Even Miss Puddleduck made it up to the top.
We have listened to the waves lapping at night; watched the sailing boats moor up and set off; learnt about the tides; swept and showered copious amounts of sand and salt off ourselves; laughed, talked and teased.
We have eaten far too many cakes and drunk loads of cups of tea, sitting on the sand by the sea and have read, rowed the dingy on glass smooth water, swum and relaxed.
Back to reality and normality tomorrow but I cannot get over how blessed we have been with the weather. It has been amazing! And has given us a proper beach holiday, in September.