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Poldhu Cove
I love Devon, but one of the great things about living there rather than London is how much closer we are to Cornwall. My Mum’s family live down here and we’re visiting for a few days. And with the...
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B is for beach
More specifically, Breakwater beach in beautiful Brixham. There might be better beaches out there but this one is mine and I love it. From the gently rounded pebbles that on certain days appear to be...
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Kynance Cove
Continuing the themes of exploring and beach fun that ran through our trip to Cornwall last week, we spent a fantastic afternoon at Kynance Cove. It’s not an easy beach to visit. To start with you...
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K is for kite
Boxing day, 2013. Leigh had been given a kite for Christmas, and as we headed to the beach to walk off the indulgence of the day before there was a palpable sense of excitement. The day was crisp and...
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An unexpected dip
Well, I say unexpected. It wasn’t entirely – as we were dashing out of the door I knew that a trip to the beach without Arthur ending up in the sea was unlikely. We were only planning on a bit of a...
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Simple pleasures
It’s been a tricky couple of weeks for getting out and about. The weather’s not been great, and with Arthur recovering from the croup which struck him down just after his birthday I have been...
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The joy of sandcastles
For the last two summers, Arthur’s interest in sand hasn’t extended much beyond eating it. So you can imagine my relief (and Leigh’s delight) when on our recent holiday to Crete he began to understand...
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Sunday photo: 8th November 2015
Arthur very much knows his mind at the moment. I like it, but it’s challenging. We went for a walk in the rain this week: I had a couple of Council meetings in town that I couldn’t miss so we donned...
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“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.” To have a beach – Arthur’s beach – on the way home from town is probably the reason I love living here the most. He is so completely at ease...
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“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.” These diggers have come everywhere with us since we bought them last week. I really try not to just randomly buy stuff for Arthur, but he is...
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“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.” I will never get tired of being able to just pop to the beach on our way home from whatever else it is we’re doing. And I love that this one...
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“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Puddle jumping at the beach with his friend Merlin: about as close to pure joy as it gets. Linking up with Jodi at Practising Simplicity for...
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“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016.” It has always struck me as a little odd, having a sandpit on a beach. This beach is full of shingle though (despite, as Arthur pointed out,...
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