Yesterday was a pleasantly sunny day here in Adelaide so we decided to bundle the kids and dog off to the beach for some hot chips and a play.
Skunky was convinced there were crabs lurking just under the sand ready to nip his toes and informed me that he would not be paddling, thankyouverymuch.
After we ate our chips, Poss and I convinced him to just come and have a look closer to the water’s edge for lovely shells and rocks because they are his weakness.
Within minutes of being near the water, this happened.
This is after I’d removed his completely soaking shorts. Luckily Beefy was wearing a shirt on top of his t-shirt because we were able to strip Skunky of his wet things for the trip home. I rarely take spare clothes anywhere for him these days and it was REALLY not warm enough to swim so I didn’t think he would end up that wet. I underestimated him, clearly. He was “battling” with the waves and rolling around on the wet sand every time he was “attacked” by the waves. Yes, really.
He and Poss also made a “blob” castle, which they defended valiantly until the incoming tide became too ferocious and then they destroyed it to “spare” it the pain of being killed by the waves.
All in all it was a pretty successful trip. I tire easily so we were only there for a couple of hours but that was probably a good thing as Gecko was terrified of the sound of the waves and insisted on being cuddled on someone’s lap as far away from them as possible.
Thank goodness for big brothers. She did manage to recover eventually and do some hardcore digging and bucket filling.
It’s a bit sad that we don’t get to the beach more often really, it’s only a half hour drive or so away but it if we don’t just do it as a spur of the moment thing it always feels like such a lot of planning and driving and we talk ourselves out of it.
I must try and remember that it’s not that hard.