Low winter sun over the sea. My absolute favourite kind. So ready for Spring now but that winter sun is beautiful. The girls now reach for layers and waterproofs without even thinking about it, so long has this winter felt. Once wrapped up we make the short journey from the car park to Par Beach. Short in distance but not in time as the sparkling puddles which cover the car park are just too enticing for my children. Slowly we get closer, walk up the small hill and there is the beach. Almost empty and bathed in that low winter sun.
Before I can truly appreciate it the girls are off, in different directions naturally, and instead I watch their joy as they run unstopped across the sand. Lyra immediately starts to collect shells, searching for them half hidden amongst the sand, judging their beauty and then squirrelling away her favourites in her pocket. Too quickly her pockets are full and she turns her attention to filling mine.
Athena just runs enjoying the wide open space, the freedom. And then, she spots it. The sea. Her direction immediately shifts towards it and she cannot be deterred. Matt runs to catch her, to be there when she meets the water. Not to stop her but to hold her hand and slow her approach. Our smallest one is fast and even her Daddy cannot contain her. The inevitable happens and a wet sandy knee is sported by Athena for the rest of our visit. Paddling in the sea in wellies becomes more interesting that shell collecting so soon Lyra joins them and I watch the three of them enjoy the cold water. The expanse of the sea. Even my entire world, these three people, looks so small against the sea.
The call of adventure proves too much for my little ones and they’re off again. Finding bridges and small caves we feel like we’re on a bear hunt. Lyra chants it as we walk through the long grass and head back to the car. The cold weather has found it’s way through our layers and it’s time to seek out warmth and home.