I still can't believe I lived most of my life without being near the sea. Even as we drive into our favourite beach, my heart lifts and my worries fade, just by being close. The children race from the car, pieces of clothing flying behind them. My pockets fill with shells so they jingle like I have stuffed them with coins. They spend hours racing and splashing, building dens, sledding down sand dunes. Bugs are collected, sand is added to our picnic by little hands so that we all have gritty teeth at the end.
At the end of the day, they are ushered to car, bath and bed with promises of returning soon.
We were at Tentsmuir Forest. One of our favourite places to visit.