Day 105 – The Sea, The Road and a Moment on the Bridge
Buckets of Cold Joy (Observed from a Safe Distance) The week off continues and today began with a much-needed family trip to the coast. There's something timeless about the British seaside — even when it's cold enough to make your bones consider early retirement. The girls, naturally, made a beeline for the sea, undeterred by the temperature or the impressive quantities of seaweed strewn across the beach like Poseidon’s laundry day. I stayed dry, of course. Someone had to supervise with shoes still on and the ability to save them from jellyfish if absolutely necessary. Watching them paddle, laugh and shriek with the kind of unfiltered joy that only children and penguins seem capable of in icy water was a genuine delight. They didn’t mind the seaweed (well, Daisy did mind, but we don't talk of that) and they didn’t notice the cold — a skill I’m pretty sure we lose somewhere around adulthood, along with the ability to eat five ice creams in one sitting. It was chaotic and ...