Take My Hand, Come Walk With Me.

There is somewhere I'd like to show you. 

It's not far, though we do have to walk the last bit from the road.

But happy feet trip lightly when there is somewhere irresistible in sight.

Down through the verdant trees, where sunlight creeps to find us.

Oh, wait! A quick little swing on the way,

that thrill of the world spinning away, 

the trusting certainty of coming back safely to earth.

Then on we go.

Here, many seasons ago the winter tides showed no mercy, 

sweeping away the board walk one too many times,

so now, we find our own way.

Almost there!

Now, kick off your shoes, there, do you feel it?

Warm sand between your toes. Is there anything nicer?

I know the sun is playing hide and seek today, but it's balmy and warm,

and look, we have the beach to ourselves.... 

...well, almost.

We are all slightly envious of these happy campers!

It looks as though they've been here a while.

And oh, how the sea sparkles, teases, tantalizes us,

inviting us in.

And so, we while away the hours. 

Friends come and go, and mothers sit and chat, 

children dig and run and splash and play.

And as the shadows grow long, and we begin to gather our things,

someone must be buried before we leave, of course!

Then one final dip before we set our feet on the path again,

heading towards home.

And as we turn the car for home, we follow the winding road north along the coast,

through picturesque towns and villages, for a mere half hour, until we reach home.

And all the way there is a comforting, tired silence in the car, nodding little heads, 

eyes lost in their gaze out the window, dreaming of white foam and billowing clouds,

and chips for tea.