Silent Sunday


Silent Sunday

Summer Diary W2 D3

This delightful mode of transport is called ‘The Noddy Train’.  I have no idea if that’s it’s real name but 3 generations of my husband’s family seem to think it is and that’s good enough for me. It runs from the car park at the bottom of The Broadway all along the Spit at Hengisbury, to a rather delightful little dwelling of impressively expensive beach huts and a stretch of pretty (if a little pebbly) beach.  It’s one of my favourite places on the south coast, the lane the train runs along is mostly tree lined with beautiful views of Christchurch harbour with the Cathedral in the distance, we used to often walk or cycle down it’s length, often with our old dog, to meet friends on the beach pre-children.  Sunbathing topless, drink warm beer and enjoying water skiing or do-nuting off the OH’s little speedboat (how times have changed!)

So yes, today the smalls and I collected the MIL and went off to the beach!

I think they assumed that we would either be taking the train or the cliff railway because the Little Lady’s face dropped when Nana said “The beach is just down that path.” and I had to butt in with “We will be going on the Noddy train Nana!”

After making sure everyone had visited the toilet (why do children insist on weeing at every toilet you pass? Even the mention of the T word has my two in a chorus of “I need a wee!”) we got in the train queue and waited with an undercurrent of excitement for our train ride, the way only small children can.

Bags stowed and small people away from the gaping hole that served as a door we bumped our way down the track to the beach, waving and saying hello to everyone we passed.

It really is a stunning place…

Once on the beach the Little Lady cast aside her clothes and threw herself at the sea, the Little Man was happy to dig and make mud pies.

We had lunch.

and built a “Mystery Sandcastle Mountain” which super hero’s live in (apparently)

and then had to sadly come home which caused a few tears, they perked up a bit when the Chippy was mentioned and after dinner they charged around on their scooters out the front while Daddy met one of his website car people.

Once again I’m the last person awake in the house, it’s cool and quiet and quite lovely; but you know that thing that happens when you spend all day yelling at the small people to “Keep your hat on” “Drink something!” “More sunblock! You don’t want to burn!” and totally forget to wear a hat, sun block or drink anything yourself? Yeah that…. Mummy is a lobster!

The Gallery: Tomorrow

When I think of tomorrow in a figurative way (not just plain old Thursday) I think of Blue Skies and Sunshine. I start feeling hopeful, wishful and often down right soppy.  I find myself wishing for ‘things’ to be fine, not just the “Oh, me? Yeah I’m fine…” utterances which come out every time I’m asked, but the really fine – healthy, happy contentment, no worries, no stress, no problems type of fine.

Isn’t that what we all want for tomorrow?

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

Wind and the Tide: The Gallery

This weeks theme for The Gallery is Mother Nature, such a broad and expansive subject when you start to consider it. Flicking though my snaps looking for inspiration I came across this picture which illustrates for me two important parts of mother nature which I believe we are yet to fully harness.

My smalls playing on Southbourne Beach, on a very windy day. I made so many trips into the “too splashy” waves to fill up buckets and watering cans because they wouldn’t go in themselves…