Living by the sea in Worthing

I do love living by the sea. For some reason it's the seaside out of season that appeals to me more. Something about a deserted, windswept beach with everything closed up. Yesterday I made a promise to myself to get down to the beach more often, so today I packed up the bag, the baby and the toddler and headed down there. It's a good half hour walk and hard work with the pushchair and carrier, but I always feel glad that I made the effort.

I timed our visit for when the tide was out, in the hope that there might be some sand. Unfortunately it didn't really live up to the expectations set by the sand Harry played in on our recent Welsh holiday. It was a bit wet and cold and not really up to being made into sandcastles. Harry still managed to amuse himself for a while though with his spade and digger while I walked about trying to get Mia to stop screaming and go to sleep.

Baby asleep, we walked over to the rocks and clambered about on those for a bit. Although it was overcast, it was actually quite warm and not too windy.

They both slept all the way back, and then Harry continued to sleep at home in the pushchair, so it must have worn him out! We all do better from some fresh sea air.