One thing I remember so clearly from childhood is paddling on Brighton beach. We used to go at random times of the year – rainy October days for my Birthday or March when the beach was empty. We’d never go when the roads would be busy or the car parks full, would eat stinky egg sandwiches in the car and drink a thermos of over sweet tea. Those are the memories childhoods are made of.
So taking LP paddling just over a week ago was something I couldn’t wait to do – up until now she hadn’t paddled properly and hadn’t been on a beach often but she happily took her shoes and socks off and stepped into the water with me.
Seeing her little feet in the sea, the pebbles between her toes and the waves bubbling as they reached us was a perfect moment. She held my hand, giggled and shrieked. She picked up stones, threw them into the sea and clapped her hands in delight. We must have spent half an hour in the sea before our feet got cold and we had to step carefully back up the beach to dry off.
Paddling is such an ordinary moment, such a simple pleasure of not only childhood but adulthood alike. I loved paddling in the sea with LP and can’t wait to paddle with Little Man too. Next summer will be full of paddling moments!