Back from lunch
We've just got back from lunch - little Miss Boo and I.
Ham sandwiches from plastic wrap bread and an orange capri sun each - beach fodder. Minus the hard boiled egg!
All scoffed in the hut to avoid sand in our sarnies and begging hungry seagulls.
Ripples of a different kind.
This time of year is so calming on the seafront and most especially on our little patch of sand where the beach hut is erected.
Kids still at school, grown ups at work - just the odd parent and toddler (like myself and boo) or pensioner - sometimes two - as a couple with deckchairs wrapped underarm, their eye on a piece of the warm underfoot sand to softly doze off in said deckchair or possibly just out for a stroll enjoying the beach, crystal clear sea, swoop and call of the odd seagull, the sun, the warmth, the peace and the serenity of it all.
As I type I have in my head that all hell is about to break loose - it is that time of day again.
Toodle pip for now.
Enjoy your day.