Sand Between The Toes

For a while today, it looked like it was going to be another pyjama day. But then the sun came out and the sky was blue and it was the best day of the year yet, weather wise. So we packed a bag and made the most if it, and Im glad it wasnt a pyjama day, because this was so much better.

Our favourite park “the best park ever” is just brilliant. Perfect for little boys, the play area is a huge sand pit with a big wooden pirate ship, large rocks and sculptures. Off come shoes and socks. The large rocks are perfect for having imaginary sword fights on (be careful you dont fall into the “water”) and here is “Sandy” the dolphin, who likes to eat sand off a spade :

He always rides his bike to this park and recently when we spend days here, I bring along a spanner, to take off his stabilisers so he can give it a go without. It really would be the perfect place for him to learn to ride solo. But we always end up spending so much time digging and climbing and spinning and sliding, that the bike is largely forgotten about.

Its pretty close to the beach here and there are many hilltops with perfect kite flying spots. Days like this are great, we spend so much time together just the two of us, that its good every now and then for us to get out somewhere where he can find friends to play with and I can sit and read in the calm sunshine. Just lovely.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes,
Whenever a good nor’wester blows,
Christopher is certain of sand-between-the-toes.

A. A. Milne

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