Footprints

At the end of a long, hot day what better thing to do than a wander along the beach with my wee boy, Cousteau?

It was beautiful down there. Calm, warm, almost wind free and most importantly, all ours.

A late night last night so good to have a cruisy day today, doing some Christmas shopping, having breakfast and listening to music.

These footprints reminded me of my Gran. Footprints was her favourite prayer and she had it hanging on her wall. Funny how the small things can trigger the memory. Gran passed away three and a half years ago. I still miss her.

About to have a bath and then an early night.

Cheers.