If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air
Walking in the wash, hand in hand
You’ll want to run through breezy reeds
And zig zag through the pastel huts
That dot the shoreline; little sheds
That hold those happy memories kids
Remember for a lifetime and
Their joyous voices carry out
Across the sunbleached virgin sand.
When it’s dark and miserable outside it’s sometimes really nice to just reflect on a memory from the summer; to just spend some time turning it around in your mind and admiring it.
I was just sitting on my sofa, covered in a crochet blanket and I found myself thinking back to my summer holiday this year.
The memory that bubbled up was the day we went for a walk to Old Hunstanton. We walked through the sand dunes, weaving our way between hundreds of beach huts that were all painted beautiful pastel colours.
It was like a picture postcard, almost perfect. My memories are very Instagram-worthy, but don’t be fooled. We all got burnt to a crisp and Noah even had sun stroke. The pictures were good though, and the pain of being burnt slowly fades to nothing.
4 thoughts on “…if you’re fond of sand dunes…”
Thanks for sharing that memory, Rachel. It must’ve been a lovely holiday, and those are definitely the memories that keep us going when the weather gets bad or life gets us down.
Smelly Socks and Garden Peas
Ah I love that song x
I like your memory. I live on the coast, sand dunes are always there for me, even when covered in snow or hard with frost. Yet it’s the places I visit, north or south of me along the coast, that I remember most. And I ALWAYS burn when I go to Hunstanton 🙂