I went with the kids to stay at the beach on the weekend with our friends at their beach house. I don’t think I’ve ever arrived anywhere more worn out.
At one point my friend took my daughter to the shops with her while her teenage son took my four year old boy to play outside with him. I sat in front of a window, all by myself, looking out over the sea thinking I will just have a minute to take in the view and then I will finish reading this book I am reviewing. Two hours later I finally looked down from the sea to find the book in my lap.
Cormac on the beach in the evening being very pensive.
My friend’s teenage son helping Cormac cross the channel. It was deeper than we expected.
Watching all the children swimming in the sea from my friend’s beach house verandah.
Lauca and my friend’s daughter boogie boarding together.
Horses in the sea.
Cormac and one of our friends.
Lauca learning to make twine as a form of active meditation. Yes.. that didn’t come from stressed out me.. that little intervention came from one of our friends. He’s Aboriginal and he taught her how to make a traditional form of string.
blue milk 
So glad that you had somewhere to go to recharge and lovely friends to do it with.
so many of the photos go your kids have water in them: creeks, the sea. What lovely things to have given them in their childhood.