We don't go there nearly as much as we should, and shamefully we didn't visit at all in the Summer. I hate myself for that.
But we did go on Sunday, whilst it was spitting with rain and was almost blowing a gail, but it was a really wonderful lovely lovely day.
We ran away from the waves, threw stones in the sea, searched for old bits of rope and old shells, ran down the stony mounds and wrote our name in the sands.
And I almost got my camera soaked in the name of art. But it was fun to try something different.