A day at the beach was on the cards and the plan was the following:
- Get everyone up and through the shower in a decent time in the morning. Check.
- Drive quickly to the supermarche, pick up baguette & cheese, race back to the Gite and make lunch. Check
- Drive to the beach. Check
- Enjoy a lovely day in the sunshine playing the sand... Erm
By the time we finished eating we noticed that the sky was clouding over but didn't think too much of it. Out of the car we all tumbled and joyfully made our way to the beach. It was a bit of a trek over the sand dunes & when we got there the wind had really picked up. We noticed that all the surfers and sunbathers were packing up but figured they were off to find some lunch.
We decided on our "spot" and as we put our bags down C commented he thought he'd felt some wet on his head. "That's the spray from the sea" K and I said - although judging by the dark clouds that were quickly rolling in I doubt we sounded very confident.
Less than five seconds later the heavens opened and rain lashed down. This was followed swiftly by loud thunder cracks.
Soaked through, K and I gathered everything up and shouted to C that we had to run back to the car (by this time the weather was so loud we couldn't hear each other if we talked normally). C got very upset as he'd really wanted to play on the beach - and we had promised.
At this point, sane human beings wouldn't have listened to the 4 year old - instead choosing to head back to safety. However, we figured there's only so wet you can get and as long as we didn't go in the water - where was the harm? After a minute or two I did gather E up and head back to the car as he clearly wasn't impressed, but K and C had a delightful time playing on the beach in the thunderstorm.
It's raining again today and C has already asked if we can go to the beach...