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A Day on Ogmore Beach

Have you noticed that when setting up camp on a beach, everyone has a different modus operandi? My Boy, father of the three Little Welsh Boys, approaches the task with masterly precision. First the windbreak must be hammered in, followed by erection of the small tent (for provision of shade, shelter and storage) and the ceremonial laying of the groundsheet complete with pegs to anchor it into the sand. Finally the fold up chairs are unfolded and added to the tableau. It is most admirable and the complete opposite of his father, Mr B, for whom setting up on the beach involves unfolding a chair and settling in it to study the sporting section of the Daily Mail.

 

My task while all this assembling is going on is to supervise the boys changing into their bathers and keep a watchful eye on Young Morgan who is wielding a fishing net with dangerous intent.

 

Ogmore beach is beautiful in both its guises. When we arrive, the tide is almost completely out and the sand stretches seemingly endlessly about us. The beach is littered with rocky outcrops as if some giant hand has plucked mighty handfuls and scattered them carelessly about

 

By the time we leave, six hours later, the landscape has completely changed. The tide is in, the beach almost covered and we have decamped to the safety of the rocks. It is all very, very beautiful. We keep saying we should think about leaving but it is, indeed, one of the loveliest parts of a day on the beach, the late afternoon with the sun still shining but lots of the visitors departed.

 

In between arrival and departure, we enjoy a picnic, build a boat, fashion weird sand sculptures, go body boarding or paddling according to our age and ability, explore the rock pools and generally do everything that needs to be done in order to satisfy the criteria for a Day on the Beach.

 

Sam goes body boarding with his Dad and manages a 25 metre swoop through the waves. "I didn't realise it could be so much fun!" he tells us. General verdict: awesome.

 

 

The parents and nephew of the Darling Daughter in Law arrive to join us mid afternoon. We make up a jolly party. We watch as the sea engulfs our boat and demolishes our sand sculptures. This is the deal about beaches: there is always another day, another sandcastle, another boat to build. Think how very crowded every beach would be with sandy edifices were it not so.

 

In the car on the way home, the boys are singing along with their father. Young Morgan is determined to keep up. I can hear him singing: "can't sing, can't dance but who cares? She walks like Rihanna..." Whatever happened to The Wheels on the Bus? I wonder.

 

I ask the boys if it's been a good day and they answer me by singing the song from The Lego Movie which we watched the night before. "Everything is awesome." What did Morgan reckon?

 

"Awesome!" agrees the Duracell Bunny, sagely.

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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12.06 | 02:31

I love that you talk to your plants ... I used to on my allotment ... seemed perfectly rational !

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