Visiting the beach in February means memories ...

Small, seaweed brandishing children with their hazy, wondrous memories of last season’s bare foot adventures reclaim every grain of sand.

A first sense of shifting time.

We had a lovely afternoon exploring in circles on a cold, empty, sunny beach.

We saw an island, and a lighthouse on the far horizon, and a sailing boat.

We balanced on the green rocks, and dug with blue and orange spades.

Then we had biscuits and juice back at the car, and we shook the sand and little shells from our wellies.