Wales

The boys are at camp and we have come to Wales. A slow and easy morning and then an afternoon on the beach where I spent most summers, regular Easters and even the odd Christmas from the age of 0 to 15.  
It hasn't changed at all and was so beautifully familiar it felt like a second home. 
We sheltered from the wind in a little rocky cove and ate Homity Pie and drank beer from the local brewery then blew out the cobwebs with a walk to the island. It was just perfect.