#1901 3 beach day

I stood on the sand after 4pm, telling baby girl’s friend’s mum, that it was in fact my third visit to the sea and sand that day.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she teased.

I did in fact, feel bad to say it out loud. 3 beach visits in a day? Gee, sounds stressful!

But it happened rather randomly and unexpectedly, and the way it happened felt like it was MEANT to happen.

Maybe because things have been so shit for some time, the Universe aligned to give me a great, sunshine-y day. ๐ŸŒž

I had important errands this morning after school drop-off, and after they were done I grabbed an egg and bacon toastie from Banjo’s, a cappuccino from Store Fifteen, and walked on down to the beach.

I’d had an egg and bacon toastie from Banjo’s YONKS ago, and back then it had blown my mind. Well it was pretty delish today, not really any mind-blowing, but that’s because I think I had cheese then, and not today.

Having not had any food since waking up, that brekkie on the beach was the best thing ever. I made friends with the seagulls, squinted into the sun, and watched a sea plane land in the water! It was incredible.

Then my sister and parents visited after lunch, with the sole purpose being, ‘a beach visit.’

So, again. First it had been Mothers.

This time, Mills.

I really loved that my parents seemed to enjoy it. Sis enjoyed it of course, for sure, she loves the water as I do. She dipped her feet into the mild waters, and Dad even did a light jog alongside the water, which we were rapt to see.

I went to pick up baby girl from school hours later, looking forward to a chill afternoon. The last few days had been pretty busy.

But she and her friend had another plan in mind.

They wanted a beach playdate!

And so we found ourselves at Mills again, 30 minutes later. ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ

The water was colder, and the tide had come in so much, it actually blew my mind how short the span of sand now was. But us Mums sat and talked, the girls wade through the waters looking for so-called pearls, they made sandcastles, and we saw what we were pretty sure were dolphins, far off in the waters, spraying up water! Unbelievable.

3 beach visits. I know I’ve had 2 in a day before, but this is taking the cake, AND for the last day of April, in Autumn… just wow.

And it may seem overly boastful, or excessive… but trust me, with the way things have gone since last year, I need about 54 beach visits in a day to make up for all the hard times that have transpired.

But 3 is good for now. I’ll raincheck the rest. ๐Ÿ˜‰

But now, I AM BUGGERED. Think I’ll stay home and do lots of washing tomorrow… ๐Ÿ˜‚

#1873 April sun in Melbourne

Well would you look at that?

An April beach day!

WHAT? And on the Easter long weekend. Sure we live near the beach, so heading there is often easier to manage than if we lived let’s say an hour away…

But still, you have to be free.

AVAILABLE. When Melbourne decides to turn it on.

And so to get a beautiful and warm summer’s day, in Autumn, in April, on a public holiday, Good Friday no less…

It sure was a Good Friday. We bathed in the sun, and I even read a book (for 5 minutes)…

But still! I read.

And I loved it. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ–

#1830 Me time, beach time

At least once a year, I try to do a beach visit ON MY LONESOME.

You might think that is soooo easy living by the beach and all… but let me explain.

I am a Mum, so I have Mum duties. Baby girl has to be at school.

I am a wife, so I have wife duties. Hubbie has to be at work.

I do everything else around the house, so like, it has to be a chore ‘light’ day…

I work, so it needs to be a work free day.

We live in Melbourne, so we need to have good weather…

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AND if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we are living in the time of corona, so we need Dan to let us go to the beach!

Phew. That’s a long list.

Can you see why I only aim for once a year?

Maybe in due time, more solo visits will be possible. Maybe yes, maybe no.

All I know is, I chilled for an hour or two…

read a book…

dipped my toes into the warm water…

let the sun beat down on me…

and closed my eyes to the swirl of waves, wind and little kids squealing around me.

The sound was so full. But my mind was so peaceful. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ–

#1822 Reasons why I love living near the beach no. 4

Oh God. All my reasons why I love living by the beach are pretty much the same, with like, two or three very minor differences.

Convenience again, rears its head. Well of course. It is the super convenient to live by the beach, because of the proximity, right?

Today Hubbie and I had a day off, and we decided given the fact that Summer appears to disappear on weekends lately (only reappearing during the working week, have you noticed?) any family time beach visits on let’s say a Sunday, have been pretty impossible.

But when you’ve had the day off, and you live by the beach, well…

We put on our beach gear under our clothes, and waited for baby girl to run up to us after school and work it out herself.

We weren’t even at the car when she realised WHERE we were going.

Yep. Straight to the beach. No home stop here… it breaks the flow. I bring her swimwear, change her in the car park, towels, sunscreen and snacks and water bottles are brought along… and that is MORE than enough.

We ended up staying for longer than we thought we would, when surprisingly baby girl’s school friend turned up…

And then MORE shenanigans ensued.

The water was perfect… the air was still… the sun was shining…

We don’t have to wait until the weekend for the beach. In Melbourne, we aren’t granted with that luxury. Summer comes, and Summer goes, even within the month of Summer.

So making the most of it when we can, mid-week, after school… I just love it. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–

#1805 Reasons why I love living near the beach no. 3

I feel like all my ‘reasons why I love the beach’ posts have to do with the same thing – convenience.

But it is soooo true.

Today, after the Saturday we’d had, we all kinda couldn’t be stuffed doing anything. Even baby girl didn’t jump when immediately presented with the beach idea.

But realistically, with work and school starting this week, as well as that highly predictable unpredictable Melbourne weather, today was the only good day we could go.

We said an hour, tops.

The water was so nice. The air was still, and so the refreshing water was a beautiful contrast to the warm, humid atmosphere.

It may have even been 50 minutes… and then we were home again. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

#1789 Beach playdate

After what’s been a few really mixed up weeks of weather (like I’m surprised with Melbourne and all๐Ÿ™„) baby girl and I headed over to the beach today.

But it wasn’t just us: it was a PLAY DATE.

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Why it’s taken this long to organise play time with someone from her school, I do not know.

Oh, that’s right… LIFE. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

It was so adorable as they first saw each other, and hugged warmly. Awww, just tugs at your heart strings.

And then as the day progressed, we saw one lot of school friends arrive…

And then some more! It was a mini reunion, and me and the other Mum were laughing how it was hard to recognise one another, since we were out of our usual school drop-off/pick-up environment…

With so little clothes! ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ‘™

As much as there are tourists abound in our town this time of year, it’s just as heartening to know a lot of us locals rule the neighbourhood roosts too.

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#1740 Day 242 of getting there: When you need the beach

Yes it was hot. But it was all distraction technique.

I took baby girl straight after school. Changed her into her swimwear in the sandy gravel car park.

I carry two bags. One with clothes, towels, sunscreen… the other phone, wallet, keys, snacks.

When she needs to go toilet, I take the key bag, and leave the rest on the sand.

I have it down pat.

Still, my mind wasn’t able to rest completely.

The beach tried, I give it that much. It was really blinding hot, then a strong and balmy wind would blow over the water towards the shore.

I am totally, still getting there.

Yeah, have you noticed? We are past restrictions, I have seen my family, we are heading out, we aren’t locked in…

And yet, I am still ‘getting there.

No. It was never about covid. Not really. Kind of.

It’s taken on a whole new meaning now.

And I will speak, in due time.

But for now… the beach tried. Really, it did. I still loved it.

She was beautiful. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ–

#1658 Day 160 of getting there: the beach interlude

I’m feeling really grateful that the beach is within our 5km home radius…

Well, the Bay is too. But it ain’t swimming weather just yet, and I think our restrictions don’t yet allow us to do that kind of leisure activity.

YET.

We headed out into the glorious day for some exercise, and baby girl was so excited.

It really reminded me how much we have missed out on and sacrificed over this time. How much of the world has passed right by us as we were isolating in our homes.

I just can’t wait to get out into it again, well and proper.

But today, a beach interlude.

Baby girl loved running in the wet sand, the incoming waves almost lapping at her feet. I loved watching her, as the wind and sun swept across my face.

Looking around at all we had missed during this time.

Of course, my reason was two-fold. I had a beautiful bowl I had recently purchased online, and I needed to fill it up with…

SAND.

And then before we left, we left imprints in the beach’s sand, with our hands, feet, and baby girl even left her own sand-creation for the waves to check out as the tide grew closer.

Alongside the seagull’s imprints! I thought that was pretty cool.

See you soon, waves. ๐ŸŒŠ