A last minute decision to head down to our home-away-from-home by the sea was just what the doctor ordered. I forgot to pack my phone charger, which was quite simply the best thing to ever happen. Switching off, unplugging, wandering with my often neglected big girl camera for once, bliss. We farewelled Autumn from Mumma and Opa’s house, stacking blocks high with Opa, taking cuttings from Mumma’s cottage garden, exploring their house now with new crawling skills and sleeping beautifully as is always the case in the salty air…
I am not overly a ‘beach person’ – I didn’t grow up with surf and sand, but walking Andersons Inlet in the colder months is one of my favourites. It’s bitingly chilly, crisp, quiet. We explored the ever-moving sand bar, two excited dogs in toe with Opa too, Eleanor safely on Daddy’s back with her little ears protected from that icy wind in a bonnet knitted by Grandi.
We also got to meet and snuggle and inhale the deliciousness of our new baby cousin, Rafael. A sweet baby brother for Rufus, who of course now all of a sudden seems very grown up in his big brother role. Another little one to love and guide, watch grow and bloom by the sea where his great-great grandparents first secured land a century ago. I am always, always, wondering if they are looking down on the now much expanded family and pleased that we are all still here, in our special place by the cold southern sea.
Perhaps I am a beach person after all.
If it involves My People, I’m there.