I’m the first to admit that I’m not a “beach person”. Put simply, I don’t swim in the sea because I value my life. I believe the oceans belong to all of those scary creatures such as sharks, octopuses and those freakishly large turtles. Don’t even get me started on the complete lack of shade that can often be found and the fact I can turn into one giant freckle in the space of thirty seconds. Sand goes EVERYWHERE and I’m yet to master actually walking normally on the bloody thing.
The kids and their father are complete beach bunnies.
While the girls adorably call the beach the sandpit and would run fearlessly into the belly of a whale (that I’m absolutely sure could totally happen should they EVER step foot into the sea), Little Man is slightly more reserved. Instead you’ll find him digging numerous holes for the next lot of beach goers to innocently fall into.
To keep with our theme of downplaying the logistical horror that is natures sandpit, Copperhead is just lumping all bodies of water together by waving and saying “bye sea” after her Saturday morning swimming lesson. Everything they say is obviously too cute to correct which may make for an interesting time if they’re still doing it when they’re fifteen or so.
BEACH & PIZZA
Anyway, I’ve put my fear and discomfort aside to fully embrace the beach lifestyle – all in the name of my family’s happiness OBVIOUSLY. And also because we can get a delicious wood-fired pizza there for only $10. That’s right people, I’m all about selflessness.