You know you've had a successful shopping trip when you return home with a Gingerbread house and a packet of Scotch Eggs. Yes, I'm easily pleased, not for me the finery and luxury of a silk blouse or the exquisite tailoring of an expensive wrap dress.
Jumping waves and paddling have to be two of the most liberating activities it is possible to undertake. I was reminded of this truth when my husband and I brought our daughter to the beach in Bonmahon, recently. At 18 months, she was able to begin savouring the experience of sand and sea. Taking a few jaunty steps, she seemed to enjoy the softness under her toes. She has a bit of an obsession with water, so standing at the edge of the sea, waiting for it to rush in and soak her feet, also proved to be very popular. It was heartwarming just to be there, holding her hand, watching her pad along in her characterful walking style. There is something very calming about the way the sea moves with wavy, surf-edged gestures. I think she felt that too.
You know your life has changed when you sit down of a Sunday Evening to watch Antiques Roadshow with your in-laws. Gone, are the days when you used to bemoan the fact that Antiques Roadshow even existed.
My parents came over from Wales to visit me, last week. We spent a precious few days together, prompting me to write this blog post full of cherished highlights . . . Day 1 was seaside day.
I was trying to think of subject matter for this blog post and decided I would write about my beautiful daughter. She has become so interactive and I'm constantly surprised by things she says and does.At just 15 months old, she has picked up a couple of phrases: 'What are you doing?' and 'Why is that?' She also uses a range of single words such as 'Hi', 'Bye', 'Yes' and 'No'. 'Duck' and 'Bath' have also recently joined her repertoire. She loves shouting 'Bye, Dad!' to my husband, any time he walks out of a door ahead of us and likes to greet and say her farewells to shoppers and shopkeepers alike.
A thrilling change is coming over my garden. It's called Autumn. The first orange leaf has fluttered from tree - emphasised by the brooding staying power of a neighbouring cedar. Green is still the dominant colour, but individual leaf-blazes shout from the middle of branches.