Monday, August 04, 2008

Our favourite beach (right now but possibly forever).

(This picture is from a visit in June, We would have taken a bunch of pics today but we were too busy having fun and I really, really need to recharge the camera battery)

Living here, we are lucky in many ways. You should not leave New York and move out to the burbs to die. You should leave New York and find somewhere different, interesting, challenging but fun to live.
Here, in Norfolk, we have that. You just need to read between the lines. We enjoy reading between the lines.

We also enjoy the conversations about beaches.

Anyone lucky enough to live within an hour of the coast, any coast, will no doubt know exactly what I mean. The 'favourite beach' conversation.

I have lots of different 'favourite' beaches.

The favourite romantic beach,the favourite outstandingly beautiful beach, the favourite swimming beach, the favourite walking a dog beach, the favourite getting drunk and falling asleep until dawn beach (old mondale but still a cherished memory!)

Right now our favourite beach is 45 minutes drive away. Get on the highway and drive east. Don't stop until you park the car outside the old folks home overlooking the bowling green and the tennis courts on top of the cliff.

Unpack toddler and tote bags and stroll down path to wide , underpopulated, clean, friendly, relaxed , sandy beach!

The promenade is long and wide, there are cafes, a couple of gloriously faded hotels, a sailing club and a boating lake, you have a great view of a busy industrial harbour and lots of big ships coming in and out, it's not quite cool enough to attract too many people but it's perfectly formed and the human element is very well designed (there can be no escape from the prom for the climbing obsessed toddler, all the designated play areas are 100% age appropriate and all have only one gated entry/exit point).

Today we spent 6 hours waltzing about, chasing the tide, trying to eat sand, building sandcastles, paddling, regretting not bringing grown up bathing suits, staring at pink, fat people, drinking tea and eating cake and generally having a ball. The Wee Hen snarled and cried when we left. I knew exactly how he felt.

Right now we have that most excellent feeling, that post beach, glass of wine, time for bed feeling!


Tillerman said...

I love the way the horizon slopes on my favorite beach too.

Mondale said...

You should see those fellas when they race downhill!