We went to the beach on Monday, after lunch. It was so windy that it felt as though someone was taking a sandblaster to us. We enjoyed it as much as we could, but it really was pretty painful.

In between the blast, we did beachy things.

Jack had strawberries for breakfast....

The kids, after about 25 minutes, wanted to go home. They were tired of hiding behind us, and still feeling the stink of the sand. My mother had told us about a recently redone play area nearby, so we made tracks.

Later, Lucy and I would come back at low tide to looks for sea glass. The wind had died down, and the tide had receded and left a "stream" of cold, but calm water for Lucy to wade in. It was wonderful.