Last Thursday we played hooky from work, nursery and all things domestic and took to the skies for a short hop over to the island of Jersey, where my wonderful brother and sister-in-law live. With the Summer season drawing to a close, we had the beaches to ourselves and spent the days roaming the sand, collecting shells, driftwood and seaweed and building castles and kingdoms.

There’s something profoundly lovely about the British coastline on these bright sunny days of early Autumn; the end of a day at the beach calls for hot chocolate and log fires rather than ice cream and barbecues, and is just as magical as a result.  For Harry, it’s the first time he’s really experienced the sea and the coast (amazing, in our island nation), and he was utterly captivated.

We collected a small but very heavy bucket of the treasures that Harry couldn’t bear to leave behind… pebbles shaped like whales, tiny shells for listening to the sea, and tufts of brightly coloured rope from fishing trawlers.  Creative instincts twitching, we’ll be turning these into something crafty in due course to remember our heady few days on the shore.  First though, there’s the next stage of our house renovation to share later this week – just as soon as I blow all the sand out of my camera…

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