Sunday: West along the M4 to Swansea and onto the Gower peninsula. Walked for a mile or so along soft grassy trails among yellow-flowering gorse. Views to the sea several hundred feet below.
A steep descent by sandy runnels to the most expansive splendid gold-sand beach imaginable. Sunlight flooding the view. The air warm and not hot. The sea twinkling and gentle. Faint outline of bays along the coast visible through diluted mist. Ankles and feet of distant people erased in the glowing ground-level haze.
The water, when you paddled, was ice-cold. Jiejie explored for hours at the margin of sand and rocks, shiny metal kitchen scoop in hand. Didi drenched himself and clothes in a tidal pool and spent the rest of the afternoon stumbling around on the sand in just a nappy and occasional towel. Total fun for all.
Big sky, sea,
sand flats and space. The planet