I remember, just a few months ago, I would look at people’s photographs on Instagram or read blog posts where they had gone to the beach after school for a quick play. I would be insanely jealous, and would often remark to Graham that it just wasn’t fair that we lived 130 miles away from the seaside.
Now, we are one of those families that are able to go to the beach after school for a play. We don’t take this for granted, ever. In fact, we do it as much as we can, weather permitting. It saves our sanity as well – it means we avoid witching hour at home, where they end up fighting on the living room floor or bickering over which film to watch. When we are on the beach, they are usually the best of friends, playing jump the waves in their wellies, writing messages in the sand or collecting interesting shells and stones. There’s no arguing, and apart from their giggles and the sound of the waves, there’s barely any noise. You can easily forget that there is a main road just behind you! I’ve realised that I prefer the beach in the winter, when we get it pretty much to ourselves, save the occasional dog walker.
We’ve been getting down there just as the sun sets this week, and the beach looks even more beautiful than it does during the day. The sun sets just to the left of the beach, over the mountains and the colours of the sky are absolutely stunning – every shade of pink and orange that you can imagine. I’m probably driving everyone insane on my Facebook with sunset spam, but it doesn’t matter how many times I see it, I can’t get bored of it.
This is exactly why we moved to Wales. Everything is so much quieter, so much calmer and so much prettier!