by Sea

- Poppet, climbing the shoreline trees.
- my Poppet
-Littlest, smiling, close to her Daddy's heart.
-Sprocket, joyous by sea.
-throwing sand in the sea, a favourite game.
-movement.
-the fisherman's ramp.
- Sprocket, the sea monster.
- trees in silhouette as we return home.
-breakfast.

Last weekend we journeyed through the city to the far side of the state. We'd planned to spend most of the weekend at a music festival - one I had been looking forward to all year, that I  love and have been going to since it started when I was in my very early twenties. When we got there, tired and wound up from the drive, it started bucketing down rain. And we decided that much as we wanted to listen to the music, and dance with the kids, maybe, just maybe, tired and stressed as we are and with a newborn, this year is a year we'll have to give it a miss.
And we bundled the soaked and wailing children into the car and drove on to our beach house. And unbundled at the far side we ran down the twisting path to the sea and realised that sometimes it's not so bad letting things go.

Joining with Em for moments from our week.