Oh I do like to be beside the seaside. The beach is a different place in different seasons and at the moment it’s a windswept affair here at Lepe Beach. Sand washed into the car park, footpaths flooded and waves galore. People sat in cars parked up on the beach front, not brave enough to get out, happily sitting, sipping tea from thermos flasks and staring over to the Isle of Wight. Hardy dog walkers pulling along shivering pooches dressed in padded dog jackets. Children swaddled in hats, gloves, scarves, coats and welly boots, their cheeks rosey and their noses cold. Groups of teenagers happily joking about, completely unaware of how woefully under-prepared for the weather they are, shivering in their skinny jeans, soggy Vans on their feet.
Kitty ran along holding tightly onto her bobble hat squealing ‘it’s going to blow away – get off me naughty wind!’ Ozzy paddled in shallow water with his wellies on.Papasaurus and I cleared our heads, walking on together until our noses started streaming and our hair resembled wild banshees, commenting on how far removed the beach seems to be from the sunny place where we had an evening picnic last Summer. Walking against the wind on the sand feels like hard work, walking yet aching like we’re running. And as always we returned home feeling refreshed, cobwebs blown well and truly out. Oh I do like to be beside the seaside.