Sweet serenity. Our little piece of paradise, on a sunny Monday morning. Right here, in these moments, the rest of the world feels a million miles away. Far from the hum of the big city we call home. I often marvel at this vast coastline, just a few short steps from the hustle and bustle of the big smoke. No time limits, restrictions or worries... with the exception of which plump, juicy piece of fruit to eat next... the strawberries always seem to disappear first, just quietly.
Soft, gentle, bubbly waves. Pint sized and perfect, washing in over rounded, chubby knees. Depositing precious shells and rocks, of all descriptions upon the shore. Generous tufts of fresh seaweed, floating effortlessly back and forth, with the changing tide. Until I learnt of it's cleansing properties, I didn't care much for seaweed. Now, it's presence on our beaches reassures me. Working naturally to purify the crystal waters we enjoy. An atmosphere, far more relaxed than the neighbouring surf beaches it's nestled between. This one is a rare beauty to behold. If I could bottle these warm, shiny days with my cheeky boys, I would. But instead, I'm content to freeze frame them, as best I can.