On Saturday, during the build-up to the bad heatwave, we piled the 4 of us into Claude Corolla and tootled down to the seaside for a day-trip. Allegedly it was a sticky, hot day in Melbourne, but in Queenscliff the mild cool change had blown in leaving us with sun but no unpleasantness.
We met up with our friends who have taken a house there for the holidays and proceeded to spend the next 4 hours on the beach, and although it was not as stinkily hot as I usually require for ocean swimming, I made sure I plunged in several times because I am going to be all about the healing goodness of water immersion this year, oh yes I am.
That evening we took the families to Point Lonsdale for fish 'n chips and a play at the rockpools, only to find that we had our tides all wrong and the rockpools were thoroughly covered by a high tide splashing up against the sea wall. And despite the 4 hours we'd already had at the beach, the kids were of course desperate to get back into the water again and only the fact that their hopeless parents had neglected to bring swimmers or towels (we thought it would be dinner and rockpools!) stopped them from having another proper swim. Climber was already wet from the waist down by the time I made it down to the sand and realised what was happening, so we could only rescue his shirt for the ride home. But the younger boys stripped down to their undies and they all frolicked in the shallows, flinging handfuls of sand at seagulls. And if there is anything cuter than a little kid running round in undies on the beach, well I don't know what it is.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
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