This is the last post before the annual spring pilgrimage to Mum and Dad's in Cornwall.
Only two years ago, I was looking forward to slowing things down, outdoor swimming, flailing in waves, rugged walks, over indulging on Mum's cooking, clotted cream and drinking cold Guinness while the sun goes down, sea salt still suck to my body.
I still am, but there will be much less of it, due to something else I'm looking forward to even more.
To be honest, I've been waiting for this moment ever since my little boy was born. This is our first summer trip when he can walk, or to be honest, hurtle from a to b like a demented twin of 'Dash' Parr:
I can't wait to get him on the beach, race him into the sea, build sandcastle and watch him discover rock pools and pebbles with the unbridled marvel and joy you only get when you're under 5.
I grew up spending my summers here. I can't describe how much I can't wait to share it with him.
See you in a week or so.
Comments