It was still. Not a breath of wind. Low tides, so the water was warm.
Post 6pm. Quite a number about, but as the evening wore on, the people dwindled, and looking around on this evening, post-Labour Day weekend, it was nice to know that this was all locals.
Just locals. Ahhh.
We sat on our comfy beach chairs, eating a pre-prepared pasta salad. I had it all packed up in my new Tupperware picnic basket, and it was all kept lovely and fresh.
(New Tupperware can be super-exciting).
As the night came down, the waves crashed in – not high and huge, but low, strolling in, gathering enough speed to make the kids run into the bay, screaming and squealing with laugher, jumping into them and crashing about.
I wrote her name on a raised sandbank within the water. Then Hubbie started an impromptu game, so he, baby girl and I chased each other on this ‘island,’ round and round and round, ’til we got tired.
We didn’t have to tell her the beach was closing. It grew dark. She was hungry. She confidently wrapped her beach towel around herself, dismissing my help, holding it in the middle of her chest as we walked back to the car.
Just like a regular ol’ beach gal 😉