As we woke this morning, without a cloud in the sky, Stace and I had a spur of the moment thought
– let’s go to the beach.
For some reason, Brighton popped into our heads…it took about an hour and a half to get there. It was about lunch time after we had parked the car, so we stopped at a Belgian cafe for a feed of mussels and mouth watering beer.
The kids were hanging out to get to the beach, and I wish I could have had the camera for their reaction when they realised it was a pebble beach..rock actually.
Note: The distinct lack of people in the water…..it was freezing, my feet turned purple.
