Just down the road from where I live, there is a beach.
It's not famous for golden sand or big waves.
Its not famous at all.
The name is not synonymous with sandcastles and sunbathing
{more like mud flats and rock pools}
I wouldn't swim there, no way.
But let me tell you a little secret...
That was Before.
Before the council dumped a load of sand, and made a sandy shore.
And Before the tide came in.
At low tide the mud flats and rock pools reign
But at high tide our humble beach is transformed
The clear water laps at the sand, beckoning the timid.
Calling to me, "Why didn't you bring your swimsuit, silly girl?"
I want to rush and dive headlong into that beckoning sea.
Its perfect now for sailing...
Sailing boats of all kinds...
...perfect for digging holes that fill up magically with the sea.
Darn it! Why O Why did I not bring my togs?
I seem to have brought everything else...
The captain of the Orange ship returns
Come on, he calls. Jump on!
I can't resist.
Too bad about the No Togs and the Wet Bum.
Who cares?
The ocean is calling to me and I surrender...
With the dip of paddles and slosh of waves, we slide past the shore.
Its great! I finally went out on Daddy's kayak and I Love Love Love it.
Can't wait for the next high-tide sunny day...
{this time I'll be bringing my togs*.}
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Our secret gem beach is Pt Chevalier, easy Biking distance from home - or Five minutes drive. Love. {This time we were there with my sweet friend Maya and her family, all the way from England}
*Togs = Kiwinese for "swimsuit"
