We went over unprepared.
Just to ‘test’ the waters.
It was our first time as a family to Mills Beach in Mornington. Baby girl and I had been there once, months ago, and after I had had to chase her down the beach on multiple occasions, leaving all our belongings lying in the sand for any old seagull to snap up, I realised I couldn’t go with just her. It was a tad too hard.
Today, it was better. Not just because Hubbie was with us. The water was calmer, and the shallow waters seemed to stretch out for ages. Also, having the beach full, swimming with lifeguards, and inflatable boats about, along with the lovely warm water, made the atmosphere that much more pleasing.
We decided we would be back. Arnie style.
I mean, we lived BY the beach. This is the reason why we moved. We wanted a relaxed beach lifestyle. It wasn’t like we had to plan for the whole day, take the kitchen sink and more with us, and commit ourselves to a 5 hour stay at least because of the 90 minute drive – one way.
No. We were around the corner. If we wanted to go home and then come back 3 times like that, we sure as hell could.
Why live by the beach, when you can’t even enjoy it, and its benefits???
Hours later, and sure enough, I found myself here.
I had a few minutes to myself. I lay down to soak up some rays, and closed my eyes, bringing my arm over my face to shield my exposed face from the direct afternoon sun.
Conversations floated over to me from left, from right. Seagulls called. There was also music in the distance. I could hear Hubbie’s voice drifting over to me from the water, as he told baby girl not to splash other people.
I breathed in. I breathed out.
Then I felt something wet dripping on my leg. I sat up. Hubbie was trickling sand over me.
It was good while it lasted. But, living in this seaside location, I know it will last, a long while yet…