The best thing about living so close to the beach is that one can go for long early morning walks on the shoreline. Walk bare foot in the sand for hours from one beach to the other without interruption and there is always a cafe nearby.
We wondered why we never do it so one morning after Christmas we decided to go for an early walk and have breakfast in a little restaurant on the next beach up from ours.
Well, we don't wonder any more.
Trying to walk somewhere on the beach with a toddler who loves the sea and for whom every tiny object is interesting is impossible. By the time we arrived to the cafe Dougal lost his thongs and had a sore back from carrying Isabelle kilometres in the soft sand (it was high tide) . I wanted my coffee badly and Isabelle just wanted to keep playing.
After saying goodbye to Dougal's thongs I later found them in the sand on the way back. At least they looked like Dougal's and they were his size but all the thongs look the same so we might have taken one of the surfers'. Oh well, he would find another pair for himself. The last one leaving the beach will always be the lucky loser. x
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