Silver Sands

Sometimes we brave the challenge of having a picnic on the beach. We accepted it this weekend and headed down to Silver Sands, where we faced brisk winds and sandy sandwiches. Sometimes it’s sunny and unbeatable down there. Sometimes it’s sunny and absolutely baltic, often weeks apart. This was a baltic one and we stuck it out as long as we could, but the indicator it was getting beyond reasonable was when I turned around to see a new mum cowering behind a straggly bush, trying to get some respite from the breeze. She said “it’s pretty cold!”