1 Jul 2015

Holiday Pebble Painting and Colouring

We had a good old fashioned family holiday in Britain this year and the weather was glorious. One day we ended up in Cromer which has a very stony beach and I usually collect pretty shells from beaches we go to...so instead I collected a bag of pebbles.

Once we got back to our holiday home, I kept Bubba quiet with a spot of colouring on each stone whilst daddy put the cub to bed. It worked a treat and when we got home we made plans to also paint on a few too.

You can colour these and then cover with clear glue to bond it but we like the faded look and it also means we can go back and start again.

No word of a lie, it kept her quiet for ages....proper ages. It was lovely and simple, I even joined in and had a go. Next we are going to paint the pebbles that are left.


29 Jun 2015

The Sea

I sit.

I listen.

And breathe...

The waves roll in and out, a shimmer of bubbles and pebbles drift slowly back out to sea.

And breathe...

Here and now this is my life, my family and my future. A contentment washes over me.

I watch...as the gulls squark and dive above us, hoping for a scrap of our sandwiches.

My children squeal with delight as they get caught in the incoming foamy surf. The boy has never experienced this and he is stunned and in awe of the magnificent expanse of sea. The girl has to be reminded that she needs to take care, be safe and enjoy as she jumps the wave.

The sea keeps a calm constant reassuring roll of wave after wave. It lulls your brain and reminds you simultaneously that you are tiny in comparison and it is infinite.


I vow to be a better mother, just like the tides and times, be more constant in my approach. Roll with the small waves and calmly jump the big ones. Try to embrace the breaks of water with a zealous squeal as does my girl. Watch everything with wonderment as my boy happily does.

The endless movement, never still and sometimes slow to meet the sand, other times with more force it drags the sand back. It has a rhythm and a purpose, subconsciously telling you to "breathe, listen, watch...breathe, listen, watch...breathe, listen, watch"

A mantra for life

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