1000 kilometres north, family, old friends and the beach.
Billy's feet hit the sand, and thankfully, the fear wasn't there. Only joy.
It seems for Billy, the late afternoon is best for the beach. We're on the east coast, so late afternoon means no glare. Took us a while to work that one out. If the wind is too high, we can forget the beach too. And if the waves are too big, they make too much noise, and that means no beach either.
As he gets older, it gets better. He can handle the elements and the people.
Yesterday, it was pure joy.
After a few weeks of illness, and a long drive, the waves and sand and rockpools were just sheer bliss.
For all of us.
:)
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