While watching Alfie on the sand leaving footprints as he splashed in the soggy bits then building sand castles with moats, digging holes to see if he could find the water and just leaving all sorts of marks including his name to show he had been there. It made me think of the many children that have also done that over the years, their costumes may have changed style but the joys of the beach never change for children.
The many dimensions of family life never changes the thrill of the beach and what you can build with the sand. It evolves over the years but never changes, every day it takes the children’s castles and returns flat for the next session of memories to be made.
Layers of memories and stories stored in the depths, if you dig far enough you find a story and then it is yours to tell. Have pirates walked on your sand? Are there caves with fairies or wolves? Was there a castle with a princess looking for her prince? So many ideas you get from sitting on the sand holding the grains as they run through your fingers, how many fingers have they touched?
Many stories could be told, I am writing mine, what would you write about?
Happy day dreams x