Lying on the beach this morning watching all three kids building a sand city on the shores of the little cove we'd settled in I pondered on how lucky we are.
Of course we had a beach back in Ireland, and on the odd sunny day we always made the most of it, but this was different. The children's tanned shoulders glistened with sea water as they paddled out to dunk their buckets in the sea, dipping down for a quick refresher before continuing with their work. My mask and snorkel lay by my side after a brief exploration around the rocks, and a light breeze floated around my newly bronzed skin. The sky was pure blue, the sea crystal clear and most importantly the kids were quiet. Later we pottered in bare feet over warm sand to the small beach shack and ordered lemonade that came in ice cold bottles with a straw.
I couldn't think of a single thing that would have improved that morning.
So here's some of the other moments over the past 14 days that made me lazily reach for my camera to remind myself just what we have here.
