At the Seaside
I grew up in a seaside town and our long summer holidays from school were spent either on the beach, or at the park. I love the feel of hot soft sand under my bare feet but am not so keen on the sharp shingle or stones that I may have to walk on to get to the sand or to the water.There is so much fun to be had on the beach, building with the sand, water and I would swim in the sea for ages, loving letting the waves hold me, and standing waiting for the bigger waves to roll in and carry me back to the sea edge. I would giggle all the time when this happened!!!
I wasn’t so sure about picnics at the beach even though swimming and building with sand made me very hungry! But sometimes the sand got in the sandwiches and added a crunch I didn’t really like. But I did love the treat of an ice cream cone from the Mr Whippy man. In fact we all loved that soft ice cream so much that occasionally, on a Saturday during the summer, my dad would cycle down to the Mr Whippy man at the beach with a plastic container. Mr Whippy would fill the container with the soft creamy deliciousness and dad would cycle back as fast as he could so we could have ice cream at home for a dessert!
There were lots of other things to do at the beach, like playing ball games, or looking for crabs in the rock pools, finding shells or interesting stones and occasionally a cuttle fish bone. Sometimes we might find an old piece of fishing net or rope or a lovely bit of wood that the sea and sun had bleached and worn to an interesting colour and shape.
It was fun at the beach. Have you ever been? |