A day trip to the seaside

Last week work had a delivery to make to the gorgeous seaside town of Sheringham in North Norfolk, approximately 50 miles away from us. As we could fit it all in the car and still have room for a pushchair and child seats my MiL and I decided we would do it and then take the girls for a day out. 

Confessions of a New Mummy

Confessions of a New Mummy

As a general rule, we've never driven that far with the girls because E has suffered with travel sickness since she was approximately 9 months old but she's now old enough to take some medication and it has been such a revelation!  

After we made our delivery we parked up and made our way through the town down to the seafront, stopping on the way for buckets to collect shells and treasures. Of course, because I hadn't been before, I didn't know that it was a stony beach rather than sandy so the girls were most disappointed that they couldn't make sandcastles. Try as we might, we couldn't find a single shell either, so Mummy failed on both counts!

Confessions of a New Mummy

The girls were absolutely shattered by the time we got back to the car, having walked down to the seafront, quite a distance along it and then back up to the car.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love being by the sea and our trip was no exception. Even with the children running around, I can't remember the last time I felt so relaxed and at ease with everything. There is something almost mesmerising about the smell of the sea and the sound of the tide, with the stones being dragged out and the waves crashing back down. When you look at people as you walk by, you can see those that are there regularly. From the family setting up lunch outside their chalet to the pensioner sitting with a hot drink and sketchbook beside him. As we walked along the front, I could see someone sat in their garden, overlooking the seafront and felt a pang of envy at having such a beautiful location. 

Many of my childhood memories relate to times at the seaside so inevitably my thoughts turn to those times when life was much simpler and family were people you could look up to and trust. I often end up feeling quite emotional and sitting on the beach, as I watched the girls see who could fill their buckets up with stones the fastest, was no exception. 

I'm rambling here. Saturday was a rough old parenting day and left me pining for the seaside so I'm already plotting my next visit, I'm thinking when T's at nursery and E's at school I might make a trip...

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