We're so lucky where we live.
So lucky to have miles upon miles of glorious coastline; swathes of golden sand, mounds of perfectly elliptical pebbles, an abundance of rock pools populated with crazy creatures, and a vast tidal range allowing for hours spent on the beach.
After a frenetic two hours spent hunting down clues in a local pick-your-own fruit farm, on a whimsy we ventured to 'mummy's favourite beach'; Southerndown.
Everything about the beach is wonderful: the yellow-grey, unique Celtic cliffs formed from sedimentary rock of limestone, shale and sandstone; the bank of blue lias rocks which have to be clambered over to reach the grey pebbles, and further out the golden sand. There are rockpools galore, dips in the sand filled with sea water warmed during the course of the day which make for wonderful paddling pools for young children, and the only sounds are those of families having fun, and birds on the rockfaces. It's truly peaceful, probably my favourite beach in the locality.
Mid-afternoon on Easter Monday was scorching, certainly warm enough for a young man to remove his jeans, socks and shoes and paddle. Definitely warm enough for sandcastle building. But in the words of The Boy, the water was, "Blummin' cold!"