So I wanted to share this with you:
and it comes with a soundtrack too...
We head to the seaside. And I've blogged lots about our times at the seaside.
We make memories there, we nurture there.
Open space is good - but the park doesn't cut it. The park has a playground where there are too many things to choose from, and Mini gets frustrated when he can't go on something straight away.
The seaside is better, if we want to feel safe and cocooned we go onto one of the very quiet beach areas, protected each side by a big rocky groyne, green with fresh wet seaweed, with the high sea wall at the back providing a sheltered space to sit and picnic even when the wind is blowing, and the gentle lapping waves/crashing foamy surf at the foot of the beach (delete according to the weather!). Here the children can shout, run, splash, build sandcastles, rage, play, dig - whatever they want. And on a practical note, the car park and toilet is just a short walk away, but there are no arcades or amusements nearby - the pier is a good 20minute walk at least.
If we need space and freedom, then we could spend hours walking/scooting/running up and down the long long prom. Right from our deserted beach, past the beach huts, up past the arcades, past the little beachside café with the horrid chips but passable hot chocolate, past the pier, past the leisure centre and ice cream shop, past more beach huts, right down to the other quieter beach end where the kite enthusiasts hope to catch some good air.
Yes, the beach with it's fresh air and it's comforting smells, sights and sounds calms us all, even if it's just a temporary break until we come home and it all starts again.