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20/07/2015

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20/07/2015

Living Arrows: a little moment of the week to pause, savour and treasure

We’ve been up in East Yorkshire with the family this weekend, playing in the paddling pool, running around the house, playing 18 holes of some fabulous Pirate Golf, meeting up with family and generally wearing out both grandparents and an auntie.  And when H and Grandad went off to play golf for an afternoon, Kitty, Pip, Elma and I decided it was the perfect afternoon for a trip to the seaside.

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

And so it was.  We arrived in Bridlington to blue skies and sunshine and despite a breeze that tried to pull grey clouds over the cliffs, that’s how it stayed.  We parked up on the cliff and when the girls started down the stairs and saw the paddling pool on the undercliff they were adamant that we were going there first.  They ran down the stream, and jumped around in the pool for a bit before the lure of the real beach was too strong to ignore.

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

The beach at Bridlington is beautifully soft and sandy, and as the tide comes right in, almost up to the sea wall, it’s remarkably unspoilt for a beach with a town behind it.  The tide was on its way in but there was still plenty of time to go down to the water’s edge to jump waves.Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

And then, in a pattern that felt so familiar from my childhood, we pretended to be choo choo trains, made funny patterns with our footprints, the girls ran around in circles while Pip wiggled and waved from his vantage point on my back, and we wrote our names in the sand, as well as a message to H.

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

 

We had every intention of making sandcastles, well turtle castles anyway, but a certain someone realised that he did still enjoy eating sand and a few of our turtles were never going to make it to the ocean.

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

Space for the Butterflies - Living Arrows

And as the afternoon turned into evening, and the beach started to clear, we found ourselves back at the shoreline, a much nearer shoreline than before, for one last paddle, before heading back up the beach to explore everyone else’s abandoned sandcastles and then up the cliff and away.

“Bye bye sea!” said Elma, waving a hand as she trailed up the beach, “bye bye beach! bye bye sandcastle!”