Walking on the Beaches, Looking at the Dougals...

When I was younger... who am I kidding, even today, there is something that pulls me to the water.    

we were on our road home from shopping today, when I apologised to Himself, and turned the car about face, drove down a wee road, and headed back to the sea. 

The flatness and the grey and the whoosh of the tide against the rocks was dragging me to it.   I wasn't sure what it was today but I just had to cross the dunes and have a look. 

Himself sat in the car, and amused himself by fiddling with my phone.

The tide was barely ten feet from the dunes.  It makes me giggle when I see this power of the sea; one day it can be half a mile away down the beach.  I have to walk for ages to get anywhere near the waves, but today, it was right there.    Despite it being breezy, the water was laying pretty dang flat.  It was a lovely deep blue, and there was waves of waves hitting the shore.  

The seventh wave, as usual was stretching just that little bit farther inshore than the rest of them, but it was the seventh I was waiting for.  I wanted water, and pebbles, and shells, ...  what I didn't want was a wet bum. 

I was actually hoping quite desperately that himself was keeping an eye on me; as you would a pet... because aching bones meant that I was pretty much at risk of toppling over from my squat and maybe not getting back up again. 

I took my snaps; smiled and the size of the sea, and how close it makes me to the kids, and scrambled back over the soft sand in the dunes.   Himself was smiling to my phone,  and I knew one or other of the sprogs was responding.  T'was Tooli and she was sufferning from Food Poisoning.  Again.  That would be food poisoning caused by the food called VODKA. 

Happy with my puddle around the waters edge we were able to head home and contemplate the rest of our wet weekend .