Summer. Wide beautiful (weirdly-coloured-sand) beaches, hidden strips of moorland, the Best Stream Ever, and… time.
Time to play, to laugh, to be silly, to eat, to snooze, to splash. Time to Be.
And, most precious, most joyous joy of allĀ – time for our prickly, awkward, angry middle man to fall in love with his Daddy again.

But it wasn't all beach, beach beach (yes, he's biting a stone. No I don't know why. No he didn't swallow it).

But actually, this right here was the biggest magic of all. Just as this was taken, C turned to me and BEAMED. Boy had just slipped his hand in and held tight.

And this is how the holiday finished. this is the Boy who decide months ago that he simply would NOT cuddle his Daddy any more. And just about broke his Daddys heart. Can't tell you quite what this one image means to C.
Windmill Tales
March 11, 2011 — 6:33 pm
Lovely pictures, family holidays just muddling around are the best aren”t they!
Emma @ Mummy Musings
March 11, 2011 — 9:35 pm
It looks like it was a fantastic holiday!
Big ouch to the knee though