Most of our time this summer is being being spent on the beach, which is wonderful; our second home is full of sand, shells, breaking waves and the odd annoying seagull with an over priced ice cream thrown in too.
So this morning when we realised the rain had buggered off for a while we decided to head a little bit away from the beach, and by little be I mean still on the coast but just not right on the beach.
You can see the sea between the trees.
We walked to the end of the regular beach and headed round to Holy Well.
But first, we had to stop for refreshments, cause these two fart nuggets can moan so much that another step forward would have resulted in this mama having an epic meltdown.
Once they were suitably refreshed they were off running and exploring.
I pretty much left them alone to do their own thing, they chased grass hoppers, butterflies, spiders and climbed rocks.
They are always amazed by the glittery rocks, they were most annoyed not to have a pickaxe to get the sparkles out!
We stopped here for Beach Spa; they had me take off my flip flops and pop my feet in a shall rock pool whilst they twirled my hair and generally made it super frizzy, ahh they meant well.
Ahren was transfixed following items being carried by the water away from the cliffs.
The woodworker in me so wanted this chunk of sea battered wood, alas it was stuck fast.
These steps go all the from the beach up to there, the view from the top is amazing, well worth it if you’re ever in the area.
And these steps are really bloody annoyingly spaced, I’m short, I have little legs, they did not like the spacing on these steps.
But the view…
The folk on the beach look teeny tiny.
The boys were suitably impressed.
I got a fuzzy snap of all my boys.
How beautifully green, I want to go back in Autumn to see how the colours change.
Can you see the pier peeking just round the corner?
It’s amazing just how diverse our little town is, we really are bloomin’' lucky to live where we do.