second thoughts


Me and my pirate schoolboy, pondering the imminent frostiness of our new favourite beach. Unfair that we only just discovered it at the end of August, a hidden gem at the end of a quiet, dead-end road. Five epic days in a row, knowing the summer was letting go: blankets, junk food, pulpy books, buckets, diggers, boogie boards, sunscreen, cormorants, sand dollars, six times swimming and then seven. Every day we were the last ones to leave, home late for bed.

I know I've said that I can't wait for fall. I officially take it back.