I’m really not a winter kind of gal. I love Christmas, and I’m quite partial to soups and stews, but I can’t stand the endless dreariness, the drizzle-soaked days and the darkness that creeps in without fail by 4pm. I miss the sunshine, the outdoors and the open spaces; gentle breezes and balmy evenings spent watering the plants. I miss nature. So we did what anyone else would do in January – packed the car with blankets, tea and biscuits, donned a gazillion woolly layers and set off to the most beautiful beach on the South Coast.
It was cold. And by cold, I mean finger-numbing, bone-chillingly freezing; the wind whipped viciously across our faces, leaving our cheeks blush-red and eyes streaming. We found a patch of shelter on the porch of a beach hut, hoping that the owners wouldn’t mind us camping out for a few minutes, and poured steaming tea into plastic beakers, arming the littlests with straws and encouraging them to simply sit for a few minutes.
We passed the time wandering, running, whooping; aside from a few dog walkers and some fairly intrepid kite-surfers braving the icy waves, we were the only people for miles. We picked a good day for our expedition; after a while the sun appeared, dancing on the water enticingly, but doing nothing to thaw our frozen faces. Eventually, the familiar winter-drag set in; the beach in the colder months just doesn’t hold the same kind of endless appeal as it does in the Summer. Beach-combing finds nestled deep in my pockets, flasks packed into backpacks, we set off back towards the car, hungry for lunch and further adventures.
(All photos taken on my iPhone and edited with the simply fabulous VSCO Cam app.)