Monday, February 16, 2015
In the endless wet season, late afternoons at the beach is one of the best ways to ensure an ongoing love for this place. The breeze blows, the sun loses its bite, and the clouds light up beautifully. Now that we have E and are managing the whole dinner-bath-bed routine, we don't get out quite as much. The sun doesn't set until 6.30pm and the car trip home often involves tears. But our little bird is getting older and it has become bleedingly obvious that the beach is one of her happy places too.
So late last week we picked up some (not very great) takeaway fish and chips and headed to Cable beach. We occupied a shady grass patch for dinner (while backpackers took turns using the public restrooms for their showers), headed to the playground for a slide and swing and then finally moved on to the actual beach. Although E cried while we headed away from the playground to the beach, we promised her that there was more fun in store. From the way she basically ignored us while clambering through baby-sized pools of water, running her fingers through the sand, gathering up sea snails and climbing over and around rocks, we think she liked it.
I have started compiling a mental list of 'things to do' in the wet season. This is definitely one of them.