With everything going on lately, Lamb going to big school and my mother-in-law's stroke, it feels like aeons since we've had a beach adventure like the carefree days of old. Seaside frolics were once a daily occurrence (if not daily, at least weekly). On Saturday afternoon after the children had finished their dinner we made a spare-of-the-moment decision to go to the rock pools. We piled into the car and raced against the setting sun to get there just in time to enjoy the last few minutes of daylight (hence I only manged to take a few photos). I held my breath as Fox clumsily made his way over jagged rocks in the oversized gumboots he had been wearing since he got them for his birthday three weeks ago. The children threw rocks into the water. Then we all sat together and watched the first few stars come out before mosquitoes forced us to make a hasty retreat. We stopped at the local supermarket on the way home for ice-cream and my husband jokingly said, "Another exciting Saturday night out with the family," to which I replied, in all sincerity, "I wouldn't have it any other way".