I can’t get away from remembering our days at the beach. Just a weekend there, but so full.
The boats at the distance. The mist. Buckets. The wet pants. Smiles and laughs.
Rocks, shells and sticks. Smooth sticks.
The different oven.
The sun. The shadows.
It’s all different from the city, from what we are used to. It’s what makes it a ‘weekend at the beach’, in the winter, a very different, and fun weekend. Thanks our dear friends for letting us use your place! We had fun.