|Photo Courtesy: Tony Ray-Jones|
We always had to look for that one particular parking space which was close to the beach, close to the shops and of course close to the funfair or the pier. We were so excited to get onto the beach. The wonderful beach – ahh those perfectly formed round pebbles in every size, some big enough to stand on, while others were just the right size to get into your shoe or between your toes to create the most pain.
|Get to the Water Dance!|
|IF you can find your spot!|
Every trip ends with a walk along the pier and a stick of rock – or my favourite, a seashell full of sweets in the shape of pebbles. Oh those were the days…..
And now, here I am living in sunny California. To go to the beach is a spur of the moment thing. Grab a towel, jump in the car and head west for about 40 minutes (or less). When you get there you sink your feet into the golden sand and “walk” to the water, which is warm! Pure bliss!!
I just wish I could find a stick of rock!