Last time, it was cold, windy and daylight savings was not on our side.
This evening, there was a mild warmth. It was still. And daylight savings in summer, is still around.
After dinner at Kirks, with the extended sunlight on show, we headed on down the sandy steps below, to find a secluded piece of outstretched beach. It is called Royal Beach.
I was royally unprepared. I had wedges on, and simply watched, clenching baby girl’s hand as we walked down the steep decline to the beach, while Hubbie pranced about deliberately on the sand far below us, waving to us and making us both totally jelly.
He came back and asked baby girl if she wanted him to carry her (“why of course Dad, that is no question!” – she hates stuff getting in her sandals!) and then I stood on a patch of grass at the bottom of the decline and took some pretty snaps of them in the distance.
(Those two figures:) )
Apparently it’s a dog beach. It is beautiful. I’d love come back with them one day soon and walk along the beach when I have more appropriate footwear.
The Peninsula. Discovering beautiful beaches, one blissful day at a time.
The Peninsula. Discovering that you need a pair of thongs in your car boot AT ALL TIMES.