It was the perfect day for the beach:
Reading books on blankets and giant rocks, picking shells, watching the tide rush up quickly over my toes, feeling the strong gusts of wind whip through my hair, a slight sunburn on my nose, little trails to the edge of sandy cliffs, old wooden staircases to the shore. It was one of those days that I like to reach back into my memory for, when it’s cold and gloomy.
I have a few more of these to share, but am still trying to unpack these boxes. It seems never ending! Enjoy a great weekend, I will try and do the same.