Do you know what's lovely? Getting a phonecall from your brother at just before 9am, saying "You and mum should come to Widemouth for a barbeque today!"
My brother's fiancee and her family are lucky enough to own a home at Widemouth Bay, one of my favourite beaches on the north Cornwall coast. When the tide is out, it's a long, smooth stretch of sand, pockmarked with rocky outcrops with rockpools you could lose a day to.
We arrived at the house jut after noon (it's only an hour from Mama CupandSaucer's house, but I'd spent a chunk of the morning visiting Papa CupandSaucer and Little L), and basked in the sunny garden over glasses of apple and elderflower juice, while P cooked up a feast on the barbeque.
The weather doesn't look great in these pictures, but trust me- it was hot and sunny enough for me to burn the one patch of shoulder I missed with the suncream so spectacularly that two days later, it's still fuchsia.
After lunch, we made our way to the beach for a stroll and a paddle. It's literally a stone's throw from the house- and I don't have a particularly strong throwing arm either. Even a detour to visit the most adorable twenty-seater chapel in the village only added an extra two minutes to the walk.
We meandered along the shoreline, chatting about E and A's upcoming nuptials, my life in Cardiff, and how we could all happily stay on the beach there forever. Honestly- I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do less than drive back to Cardiff that afternoon. Fortunately, I've since adjusted to being back.
And what would a trip to the beach be without a local ice cream? Nothing. Nothing at all. Even if we were still stuffed full of barbeque food...