Frida spent a full four hours digging holes, mainly with her fingers. I'm not sure she noticed anyone else was at the beach! She was totally consumed with her hole digging. In jest we call her our "little fezza" (feral) because she delights in this sort of play: where she gets grubby and comes home with miscellaneous black caked beneath her fingernails.
Yemaya ran around with the other kids for a while, but the outdoors, the people, it all got a bit much. She buried herself beneath our towels with a my little pony and managed to keep herself content until everyone else was ready to leave (we were very grateful!). I checked on her regularly and she was happy so long as the towels covered her and she was left alone with the pony.
Gaia was a non-stop socialising machine. Sports on the sand, story telling behind the surrounding bush land, a lot of running, building and burying with sand, some splashing in the sea, she was all over it. After everyone left and we climbed into our car she devoured the contents of her lunch box, confessing between mouthfuls: "I was having so much fun I forgot to eat" (again!)
And why wasn't Mum making sure she ate? Too lost in her own conversation with another home ed mum. There's nothing quite like starting your week with occupied children, sunshine, while discussing religion, politics and health on the beach.
I don't envy our parallel universe selves who spent the day indoors working at desks, on tasks set by others. (On that note: thanks Eale for making today possible by working a thankless job so that one day the kids might not! xoxo)
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