Lifes a Beach

You can let life pass you by or you can embrace it. Sometimes embracing isn’t always the easiest option. Last night I made a spur of the moment decision to treat the girls to a beach BBQ. I always claim to hate Wednesday’s, I run about on a Wednesday like a loony, juggling two swimming lessons, in two hours, with a bath, hair wash and school run in the middle. But the sun shone and as a treat for some fantastic swimming I said ” lets hit the beach!” it wasn’t the easiest thing to suggest, I then had to add in a shop and some preparation, but once these wild suggestions have been said there is no going back!

Cooking outside on the beach has be be the best thing ever, add in forbidden Dorritos and dip and beach treat squash and it becomes the best night ever, make it a late night because you are having so much fun, and its actually warmer than you think and hey presto, you are the best Mum in the world. So I went from a Wednesday hater to a Wednesday lover in one afternoon.

On the way home the girls dawdled not wanting the evening to ever end, we gazed at the banks of wild flowers ( not weeds as the hubby insisted) and took some photos. We found a fairy door in a porch way of a B&B, the girls were beside themselves with excitement and the little wild one found herself banging on their lounge window with delight telling them the news ( opps!)

It couldnt have been a better ending to the day, we still had sandy hair and feet to wash, it was way past bedtime, but sometimes I really don’t care for the ‘rules’. Last night was magical and yes it made today harder; sand all over the house, washing not done.. blah blah blah, but we have great memories!

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Weeds!

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A Mother lives and learns every single day

In the last three days we have been to two parties! in the last six days we have been to a wedding reception and three parties. The girls have had so much fun, they love the whole process, the excitement during the day knowing they are going to do something special and then the getting ready, choosing what to wear, writing the cards. And then there’s the orange squash! Tonight I learnt a lesson, the little one simply cannot cope with the squash. Today I felt the excitement of the party combined with the squash was just too much. She wasn’t terrible, but she wasn’t totally in control. She teetered on the edge, she nearly went over the edge possibly at times, and on the walk home, face paint smudged across her face she swung off a railing and shouted at the top of her voice ‘I am going to stay awake all night, all night long tonight! ‘ To be fair she is sound asleep snuggled in her bed, but that one sentence put the fear of God in me, no more squash…. for a long time!

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The very moment she said those words……….

Songs on The Mount. St.Micheals Mount

As the four of us walked the ancient path to St.Michaels Mount in Cornwall I couldn’t let a good story pass me by. The wonders of having children is my fantasist mind has a captive audience. Long gone are the days I would wonder and ponder and get lost in my own stories and never share. ‘Imagine when the tide is high, mermaids swimming the wild Cornish seas finding a path, this very path, they would follow it wouldn’t they. There must be a mermaid entrance at sea level surely? ‘ and so the story started. My five year old loved this tale and instantly got caught up in it, the wild one just ran and ran stumbling on stones and slipping on freshly washed up seaweed. The difference of just two years I guess.

Today was a special day, the castle and gardens open to anyone, activities for children, music of all sorts on every corner.

It was a grey misty day and there was rain in the air for most of the day, i felt cold to my very core. We stood and watched the Cornish dancers, the little one is always transfixed by music, it seems to hold her. Then in the rain and wind we watched the punch and Judy show. Us parents shocked at the violence and behaviour of the puppets, the children, of all ages screaming with delight and laughter and loving every terrible joke and rude noise. I felt so very British, standing there despite the terrible weather, and actually enjoying myself.

I had forgotten just how gruelling the walk to the castle was, steep uneven pathways and so many steps. The girls little legs doing so much more work than ours. We heard choirs along the way and saw so many wild flowers, it was worth every step. The bluebell girl was in her element but it was a two man job stopping the wild one from hauling herself off the mount into the grey sea below.

The rain gave up when it was time to walk the amazing terraced gardens. We must have walked miles, up and down, little pathways, tiny stone steps, retracing our steps again to point out birds and flowers and find Smudgy The Snail, who had in fact smudged off by the time we went back.

We saw so many different friends today, some we expected to see, some were a lovely surprise, some were just polite hellos, some were big hugs and kisses. It was lovely, its incredible just how small Cornwall is, I feel whenever there is something going on I see everyone from all aspects of my life here! Wonderful.

Weary, very damp and cold, the girls were still uncomplaining and not asking to be carried. I was so very proud of my little hardy walkers, we allowed them a much deserved park break, even though all I wanted to do was to pop us all into a warm bubble bath!

A unsuspecting turn of events on the way home both asked for a sleepover at Granny’s house, so we were able to go out for a meal, Rickster and I, babysitter free!

I did decide to whip up some bread that I left to rise while we ate out, so at 10pm I was making pizza for tomorrows school pack lunch, and chocolate bread as a breakfast treat to take to Granny’s before the school run. I was pondering on my school French exchange many years ago. The mother of the girl I was staying with would make chocolate bread every morning before she went to work and we would eat it warm from the oven. I will never be that dedicated but while I was making the dough she popped into my mind so I made some and I know the girls will be delighted. ( I may zap it in the microwave to warm it up, they will be none the wiser! )

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Take a photo of this button I found

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At her happiest amongst the grasses and flowers

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Thrilled to find these flowers

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Stunning

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Pizza Strips for pack ups

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Tehidy Woods

Every year we take the Bluebell girl to the woods when her namesake are flowering and take a photo. One day I will have a record of every year of her childhood. Today was that day, we strolled through the woods with her sister and our friends little boy. I love these three kids and it was amazing being in such a special place with them all. As we were taking photos and singing at the top of our voices, we heard a noise, we looked around to see two chestnut brown horses trotting past through the bluebells. Could the day get any better?

We played with sticks and built pretend camp fires, we climbed trees and said we would hold a party in the woods one day. Maybe woodland fairies or a camp out. We shall see.

Afterwards we went to Granny’s house for snacks and another play. It was a great afternoon all round.ImageImageImage

Secret gardens and baking bread

Today after playschool the little one and I went to what i call our secret garden. In the middle of our bustling seaside town is a beautiful garden, surrounded by trees and bushes, I am sure not everyone who passes through finds it. I love to sit here and listen to the birds, eat our picnic lunches without fear of a seagull attack and enjoy the peace. Thats what we did today, us three again, another school day for the older one.

When we got home I baked bread. Fleur helping, so excited, pouring and stirring. We left it to prove while we did the school run together and upon our return the first thing she did was run to see if our dough had grown. It had. The girls went up into our garden to cut some rosemary. We have a typical Cornish garden that’s on three levels, with steep granite steps leading up to each tier. The girls love scrambling up there, but my heart is in my mouth every time. To them its a big adventure collecting the herbs for cooking, it must seem a million miles away up there. We used rock salt, rosemary and garlic on our bread, and after their ballet class they munched on it while waiting for the pasta to cook. Today was a day of chilling and baking and eating. The sun shone and we smiled a lot. I loved today.

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Acts of Kindness

The three of us alone on the empty beach again, Husband, Fleur and I, enjoying the sunshine. An elderly couple shuffle along, they stop at the far end of the rocks and look out to see, he then turns and walks over to the stone steps, he calls to his wife and she slowly walks over to him, she shakes her head, she cant sit down that low, she will never get up again! Something takes over me, I used to be quite shy, ten years ago i would never have done this. I sprung up and rushed over,” I have spare deckchairs in my beach hut” I shout, “I will get them for you!” They sat down in them and stared at the sea, he got up a few times and watched the lapping waves while she took photos of him doing so. He was lost in his own thoughts, I wondered what they were. I was so happy with my spontaneous act of kindness. The difference it made to them was they didn’t have to walk straight back to sit on the seats half way down the beach, they could enjoy my little end, the end that is often this time of year empty. My little one made them laugh with her football skills and she loved the attention and played up for them even more.  It put a spring in my step yesterday.We should all be kinder more often, have you seen the film Pay It Forward?

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Us three: The Fleur, The Hubby and Me !