C-bear was SO excited about going to the beach, he was running round the house making excited toddler 'eeee' squeaks (he later told me he was being a mouse!).
The drive down to the beach took an hour and twenty and a lot of that time was taken up with a whiney boy. He got super upset when he dropped his black train and I couldn't reach to pick it up. He did like joining in our singing, he loved seeing Eurostar whizz past us on the motorway and loved seeing random sheep in the Kent fields. Most of the way was endless repeated questions to me, so we were all very happy to get to the beach!
We spent five hours on the beach. Nana and Grandad joined us with a picnic and we spent the day running down to the channels of water (the tide was way way out and C was content splashing in the channels of fresh water making their way to the sea), filling up the bucket, bringing it back to our towels and tipping it over the sand. We collected shells. We buried our feet in the sand. We had ice cream. It felt like we were on holiday. I'm so happy to have found this sandy beach close(ish) to us and can't wait to go back.
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