One of the loveliest opportunities we’ve had in moving back to Aus has been a greater access to the beach, even in winter. This is because in MK we were almost as far from the coast as it is possible to be in the United Kingdom, whereas here we are about an hour away from some gorgeous Sydney beaches. H’s parents live reasonably close to the coast as well and the kids have enjoyed our jaunts out for sand, surf and fish and chips with Grandpa and Grandma very much.
|Suze playing on the beach at Hawks Nest. It might be mid-winter but the sun was shining and we had a lovely time.|
|At Clovelly in October, having one of those unscheduled but thoroughly delightful days out. We really should do it more often.|
|E at Clovelly, having been given the previously unheard of permission to go down to the waters edge on his own to collect wet sand. Can you see the sense of responsibility on those little shoulders?|
|Clovelly Beach from the cliff path.|
|At Hawks Nest with Gma and Gpa – E was dreaming about fish and chips for tea, methinks.|
|Just hanging out with Aunty Lolly.|
|Clovelly Beach from the car.|
|Not sure if this was the first dip of the season in our pool, but I know it was unscheduled because we didn’t have S’s swimmers…Not that she minds, of course!|
|Running along the beach beside Daddy.|
|Little Miss Curly Top|
|At Boomerang Beach, on holidays, with the baby beginning to disappear into a little girl.