My Silver Strand

My niece, J, has a creative flare and wrote on an old stone to remember her time here in Silver Strand.

The girls and I went swimming first thing in the morning while my sister and her husband walked the dogs in Brittas Bay. It was cold but wonderful and we all plunged in together. The girls loved playing dead in the water where they floated face down, including the drama of one of us rescuing the body.

I am reliving my childhood.