A super sunny day = a trip to the beach. Two soft pale weather beaten laces marked the spot where we spent a lazy day, which continued naturally through to the warm evening.
This isn't a reference to Schumacher, but a reference to my little dinky dainty shells that are a magical find when lazily dragging your fingers through the sand.
Small really is beautiful.
After a few grey days the dash to the beach this morning was rewarded with sunny skies, sailing boats and divers learning the ropes. Rock pools and plunge pools filled up with inviting turquoise sea and who could resist but a little swim in the sunshine, seaweed tickling your ankles as you travelled the small distance from rock to rock?
Amongst the seaweed, plastic bottles and old neon floats are little gems of broken pottery, patterns that have been washed to a pale whisper of the true original, seed pods and smooth nuts that have travelled many miles across the Ocean, and the perfect shells that are no longer homes for the sea creatures who once lived within.
Is there anything more relaxing than dappled sunlight filtering through swaying trees on afternoon without a to do list?
A wet and grey blustery day meant a look around the local vintage shops. Four finds kept the sun in my heart, and pennies still in the bank balance, with an embossed white porcelain plate, two pink french glass side dishes and a tiny milk jug that reminded us of shells collected and forgotten about in our sandy coat pockets.
Daisies follow our travels around the coast. Oversized and in abundance, by the roadside or grouped together outside coastal cottages. Fine mother of pearl leaves and golden centres straight from Tiffany's greet our every footstep and continue into our dreams.
Through pale apple green doors, a little boat shoots down the slipway into the estuary, and makes the journey out into the sunny Summer sunshine.
