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The definition of idyllic

It is 10.30 in the morning and the temperature is already 31.8 degrees (89 Fahrenheit). So far, though, it has been an utterly idyllic morning, beginning with Small Z only waking twice in between 11pm and 6am. Bliss. I think it’s one of the first times I’ve been up before her!

At about a quarter to eight in the morning, the house was so quiet and still, that I was moved (what follows is senseless domesticity) to sweep and mop the kitchen and bathroom floors. Why? Because I could do it while unbothered by anyone, turning it into a meditative chore, rather than a somewhat fraught and rushed one.

After breakfast, M told Small Z he would take her for a walk. I suggested that he had a boat to go and build, and I would take her for the walk. Once you say the word ‘walk’ to Small Z, she basically starts panting and runs to get her lead. I smeared sunblock on her and we set off. I knew it was high tide this morning, but I’d forgotten how sublime that is when combined with the trees overhanging the beach, providing shady paddling spots.

I walked over the road, with Small Z in her sling, and paddled halfway to the little park before I couldn’t resist it. I dangled Small Z’s feet in the water. She was enthused. It was irresistible, and I whipped off her clothes and nappy and she plonked herself on the sand in the shallows. I wish I had a picture – she skittered around in the sand and splashed in the water. It was uber-cute.

After a while it got a bit chilly and I dabbed her dry. We went up to the boat house, where there is undercover shady seats and I got her dressed. A little bit sandy, we went over to the swings, and I pushed her on the babies swing, while she looked meditatively at the birds and the sky. Then we went on the bigger swing together before walking home, trying to stay in the shady parts. It had only been about half an hour or so, but the tide had already dropped at least three feet. That’s why you really have to keep an eye on the tide charts – because once it drops, you have to walk out where it gets muddy before you can reach the water.

Idyllic - the definition


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1 Comment

  1. I can picture this quite clearly in my mind. It brings back memories for me of doing the same with my kids.

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