Monday, 31 August 2015
Sunday, 30 August 2015
Getting out and about
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
I'm in love with the British seaside, I just adore seaside towns. I love them all, the shabby ones, the chic ones, the brash ones, the quiet ones, the quirky ones, the remote ones, I could go on. This summer we visited Whitby for the first time and St Andrews for the, i've lost count of how many times.
As much as I love the seaside, I do avoid it if it's stiflingly hot as I can not bare the feeling of being on the beach, with no shade, feeling like my skin is turning crisp; So a Northern seaside holiday suits my delicate white skin just fine. I'm actually most content when the sun is shining but a slight nip can be felt in the air, so that it feels warm when wearing a cardigan.
The National Trust recently conducted a survey which found that seaside day trips had fallen by 20% in the last ten years. The survey claims that 58% of the people surveyed had not had a day on the British coast in the past 12 months. I read this, whilst in Whitby, and must confess that this was hard to believe as I looked around at all the families packed onto the beach.
My little wild child daughter just loves the beach; the sand castle building, the swimming, the foraging for treasure, and the wildlife.....not to mention the ice cream.....oh the ice cream. It keeps her entertained for a whole day and she will remain high on seaside vibes for days after, talking about heart shaped sand castles and dead crabs.
The seaside treated us well this year; ice creams were consumed in abundance, hag stones and shells were collected and treasured, picnics of cheese rolls and strawberries were continuously eaten, sand castle were built and moats were carefully constructed and we felt carefree for a couple of weeks.
I have a slight touch of the holiday blues, the torrential rain and the fact that I suddenly feel very pregnant and very tired and the sudden jolt back to work has not helped. We are lucky that our nearest beach is a 15 minute drive away. All the beaches round our way are pebbly so visiting a sandy bay is a real summer time treat. We are however fortunate enough to be able to day trip throughout the year and oh how we take advantage of this simple pleasure even in the Winter. So here I am planning my next day trip, dreaming of hag stones.
Just in case you need any persuading to take a seaside day trip check out this beautiful poem by John Cooper Clarke, 'Our coastal poem'.
Thursday, 6 August 2015
Air drying rose petals
Monday, 3 August 2015
Saturday, 1 August 2015
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