Sunday, 18 August 2013


Tom: Flicking through a surfing mag at Pilgrims, he was super delighted to find an illustration of "Tommy the Surfer" (especially after a day of wipe outs on a 7ft soft board)
Grace: She can read and hold a conversation at the same time. Kudos.

Sunday. We snuck down the coast today to a beach tucked away from the world. Surrounded by clear turqoise water, we wandered up and down the sand, collecting shells and talking about issues that matter when you are six (friends allergies to white chocolate, the pending school play, whether fish feel the cold or not and why we can't take said collected items out of the National Park). Tom jumped out of the depths of our conversation and into that  of the ocean, the unseasonably warm water calling him to play. He was determined to stand up on my surfboard, Ian only a stone's throw away searching for lobsters and watching his efforts in between dives. I love Sundays.

Playing along with Jodi -  "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

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