A beach of our own

We are at the beach this week. It's a much needed break for all of us to be together, away from the routine, to collect our thoughts and have some fun. It's peaceful and we feel so lucky to be here.

Today the Batsman really needed some one on one time. Increasingly he needs time without the rough and tumble of play with our ever busy Bowler who is currently two and a half years old but thinks he is fourteen.

I love the beach. Over the years I have grown to love it more when the weather is cooler and the beach is more likely to be quiet. We certainly picked our day and our weather today. When we reached our destination the beach was ours. Deserted. Empty except for me and my boy.

Beaches are amazing aren't they? There is something about the beach that, in my mind at least, helps people be closer to their truer selves. I felt my mind and body exhale as the Batsman and I found a little spot to sit. A place to settle in and be together.

He ran. He dug holes. He threw big pieces of seaweed into the waves. He covered his feet in sand. We laughed. We had a cuddle while the cool wind blew around us. His little body, sometimes just a bit stiff and contorted with anxiety, was visibly more relaxed. Freer. More like himself.

It was a beach of our own and we loved it.

Do you love the beach? What do you love most about it?