A day at the beach

Footprint of life

with my big truck
mmm tastes good
pretty good arnt I
this is fun
watch those waves

The pram was loaded with towels, sun screen, togs, a ball, a truck, drink, food, umbrella, hats and anything else we could fit. Oh, and Reyes.

We were off to the beach, would you believe for the first time since we had moved to Spain. It was a lovely day, not too hot and not much wind. The mountains in the distance still had a dash of snow atop, which felt a bit weird considering we were sitting on the beach.

We found a great possie about 20mtrs back from the water. The sand was dry and the water was cold. Daddy took Reyes down to the waters edge, where Reyes dug his hands into the wet sand and proceeded to eat and wipe the sand all over himself and Daddy, to Daddy's concern. Once back up to our little area Reyes started to play in the sand- Then he was off, scuttling down towards the water (is that a word- he was commando crawling anyway, looked like a crab). He got all the way to the water, the waves were not big at all, you could not even call them waves, although one managed to engulf Reyes up to his waist, it was cold and he was scuttling off, which he thought was away from the icy cold water but instead he was going alongside it. Very funny. By this time sand was everywhere you could imagine. Needless to say, we stayed for a hour and enjoyed every minute. A quick pint and a tinto verana for Mum was on the cards so off we trotted.