It was a scorchingly hot summer's day at St Agnes. A lengthy, sandy beach in Cornwall. Two children ran happily amongst the rockpools. With the warmth of the sun on their backs, they played excitedly. They chatted and clambered over rocks and dipped their toes into pools of water. Searching for crabs and strange and wonderful creatures. Their wonderment infectious.
They brought back memories of my own brother and I and the times we spent doing much the same. And consequently my own children on family holidays we'd shared. Whiling away hours on end in and out of the sea with buckets and spades and heaps of imagination. Memories of childhood throughout the generations when life was oh so much simpler. And what wonderful days they were.