Ahh, that is what we've been waiting for. Thirty. two. degrees. Bright sunshine. Gentle breeze. Low humidity. Water temperature of 17.5, not quite the mild tides of Summer, but beautifully refreshing nonetheless. Yes, the perfect cocktail of conditions for our first dip of the season. Our last couple of beach jaunts were a bit of a tease. Each time, it's been a strictly sandy affair. The outside temperature needs to be sizzling hot at this time of year, to counteract that chilly aqua. So today, the boys enjoyed the complete beach experience. And I enjoyed watching them.
Racing around, chasing, dodging, tempting waves to bowl them over. Gazing long, as each one formed and rolled into shore. The anticipation, excitement and thrill on their little faces... just utterly priceless. Cruising the sand in their rashies. Angus, tall and lean in his. Felix, plump and juicy in a hand me down from Angus' size 1 wardrobe. I'm not sure how much longer he will be able to squeeze into it. Though I am not too bothered, all those fleshy rolls are simply irresistible. On days like these, my obsession with photography takes hold. I adore every single shot. On days like these, I couldn't be happier and as tiring as taking two energetic fellows to the beach is, I will never tire of doing it.