When the sun shines you make hay, or if you are us, you head to the beach. Because lets face it, the one day it’s warm enough may be the only chance of the year, so you’ve got to take advantage.
It was roasting for two days at work and I was a bit worried the weather wouldn’t last until I was off, but luckily it did and we headed out for Troon, our favourite beach location, and set up camp.
We went to the beach just the three of us last year when Roslyn was a newborn and, while manageable and fun for Sandy, it wasn’t the relaxing beach experience you would get without a newborn baby in tow.
This trip was a whole different kettle of fish (heh) though, as Sandy and Roslyn LOVED the beach, were very low maintenance and we spent four very summery and relaxing hours there.
It seemed the day for lots of Sandy favourites to come out the woodworks too. Aside from the obvious draws of water and sand, there were numerous close up planes flying from Prestwick airport, a beach combing tractor, a police buggy and a moris minor fire engine!
For Roslyn it was her first real beach visit, inasmuch as she actually got to play on the beach this time. She adored it. At first she sat on the blanket and batted the sand with spades, but before long she was romping about and eating her body weight in sand. I dread to think of the nappies to come!
Sandy was very into digging holes and making castles (which were promptly destroyed)…
…as well as just running wild.
Being here a year on brought home how much he’s changed in a year. Once again I see him closer to child than baby.
Rozzles ate up her lunch from the tent…
…while Sandy deemed eating as a waste of valuable beach time.
Before long it was time to hit the water so the kids donned their costumes…
…and got stuck in!
One of the reasons I love Troon beach is due to the puddle of water that remains half way up the beach after the tide has receded. When the sun is out this turns the normally chilly Atlantic water rather warm which is fab for letting little ones splash in.
Thanks to Auntie Emma for Roslyn’s adorable costume!
Roslyn was close to getting up and standing on her own at the beach, on all fours, almost ready to go… but not quite!
Of course before long Sandy wanted to go to “the big water” so we went down and jumped some waves.
Rozzie found it a bit chilly, even on this hot day, so we headed back up to the tent for a dry off, clothes change and fiftieth reapplication of sun cream. My vigilance paid off though as no-one ended up burnt despite being outside so long.
I made a throne for the queen of the beach which was promptly destroyed by the king of the sand castles.
Then Roslyn really came into her own, warmed and filled with sandwiches, she rolled about in the sand giggling away. She kept crawling off to try and join other families, then ended herself laughing as I shouted after her to get back!
No visit to the beach would be complete without icecream. I figured Roslyn was already filthy so she may as well have her own cone.
By the end of it it had sprinkles on, in the form of sand. Yum!
The next thing we knew the police had arrived in their beach buggy and all the kids were taking shots in it. I couldn’t get Sandy to wear the policeman’s hat but he and Roslyn went for a ride. Then he had the tantrum to end all tantrums as I dragged him back to the tent. Eventually he accepted that the policemen had gone to do their work but it didn’t stop him spending the remainder of the afternoon looking out for their return.
As we packed up and headed back to the car (after chasing Sandy for several minutes to get him off the beach) we spotted a moris minor fire engine and Sandy donated some pennies and got a photo with it.
It was a brilliant day out at the beach and, as I said last year after our beach day, at least now even if the weather is rubbish the rest of the year, we will have had our day in the sun!