We took the boy and the dog down to the beach at the weekend. A bright, windy day; pebbles, surf and seaweed. This is the first time we had introduced the dog to the sea and vice versa. She didn't realise it would be wet until it hit her, after that she was very cautious.
The wind blew the dust from my mind and put air in my lungs. Being out every day used to be a way of life for us, it's what we were made for, but we get tied up with things to do and fatigue. I need more beach, more sky, more mud on my boots, I need to be on that hill, I need to walk through that puddle and most of all I need their hands in mine, my love and my boy.
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