Tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Dear Heart,
Pwlldu is one of my favourite Gower beaches. It still feels like a secret, as it's a far walk to it, and it's basically no-sand/all-pebble. When I come here with the Family Mad, we each fall into the same rhythm of our last adventure there, as if we had never really left.
Mamma Mia drapes herself over a rock like a dark-ringleted mermaid; Chloe drapes herself over Mamma Mia; Tilly wanders the beach picking up pebbles and running her hands over them; Jacob, Pa and Gideon poke around the rock mounds, throw stones at leftover beer cans and build makeshift bridges over the little river; and I, I observe them. I love them so!
Love, Lydia x