Making plans with people at this time of the year is tricky. When there are up to 13 of you getting together a lunch out is definitely on the cards but after that you just have to cross all your fingers and toes and pray that a plan to meet at the seaside is not complete madness that ends in frostbite. And so we headed West to see Kat and Heather on Sunday.
The universe was smiling on us and on Sunday as we stepped onto the sands at West Wittering I couldn’t believe how warm it was. The skies were spotless blue and the sun shined down on us. Coats and shoes were shed by children, a couple of layers removed by the adults. I have reached the part of the winter that I struggle with most, when everything seems so cold and bleak all the time and I am unable to remember what warm feels like. Sunday was a promise of something really special to come.
My children were so happy, Piran with playmates, Kate happy to just bimble about in her own little way. I love the beach, the sea, it is where I really feel myself and I love seeing them take so much pleasure from sand, somewhere to jump safely.
Places to pick things up, and bury others. Sandcastles to be made and holes to be dug. Shells to be examined and strange stones to be collected. After months of being indoors it was bliss for them.
There was tea and hot chocolate. Biscuits provided by Heather. I took some pictures but my heart wasn’t in it, I just wanted to be present and soak up every last moment of sunshine and everyone being together. It is really hard to get six children in one shot unless they are lining up for treats. I love this picture though, all happy doing their thing.
One by one each family left until it was just Kate, Piran and I left. If it hadn’t been a school day the next day I would have wrapped them back up and made them watch the sunset. I am not sure that is something that we have ever done together so that is definitely on my list for this year.
West Wittering stole my heart, so similar to the beaches of my home, my childhood but only an hour and a bit away not seven hours! I am dying to go back again already, this time with Mr C for sure. The light was beautiful, and standing at the edge of the sea always makes me feel so calm and centered, something really lacking in the past few weeks. Eventually I dragged myself back into the car and headed home, sandy and so very happy.