Me: I’ve been doing some thinking recently.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: Life’s a bit like walking back from the beach.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: At first it’s all sparkling sea and mysterious islands.
Nell: The sea was rather grey today, truth be told.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: Yes. Carry on.
Me: You rush into it head on, dancing along the sand and frolicking in the waves.
Nell: I’ve never frolicked in my life.
Me: You have, Nell. I remember when we moved down to Devon and we took Kev to our beach for the first time. You’d been there several times before with me on holiday and you frolicked with joy. It was magical.
Nell: I was happy to be back and to share it with Kev.
Me: So was I. Anyway, after a time you calm down and begin to appreciate everything in a quieter way.
Nell: Yes. One cannot frolic for ever.
Me: And sometimes you can find life rather tiring and even a little sad, like walking back from the beach.
Nell: It is tiring.
Me: But once you’ve climbed the sand dunes there’s that lovely green grassy field to walk through.
Nell: I enjoy that part.
Me: Yes, so do I. The others are usually quite far ahead of us but you and I just take our time.
Nell: We do.
Me: And we know Kev will be waiting for us by the car. Saying ‘Come along you two.’
Nell: Yes, he will.
Me: And sometimes we even have a cup of tea and a piece of cake before we drive home.
Nell: Yes.
Me: So walking home from the beach has its ups and downs just like life.
Nell: You’re actually making a lot of sense today.
Me: I know. Sorry.
Perfect 😊
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