The shriek of the seagulls on the lookout for a snack. Woe betide if you wave your ice cream in the air!
The smell of the sea, fresh and invogorating. The salty taste in the air, not to mention in your sandwiches, no matter how hard you try and keep them covered.
Deep breaths, deep breaths..much hopping about and back turning against the waves racing towards you, breath taking coldness against warm skin. Of course, there are always the brave few who can run down the hot sand and throw themselves over the oncoming waves...brrrr!!
I spy with my little eye, through the hole in a pretty stone...?
A simple plain knitted cushion cover becomes a pretty embellished cushion cover. A much admired and aahed over cushion cover and one that looked very comfortable in my garden room, and so very hard to part with cushion cover
And finally, a quick snap of a secret WIP..can you guess what it might be yet?