Me: I’ve been thinking.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: When we go down to the beach we all approach it in different ways.
Nell: No, we walk over the dunes together.
Me: I mean in the way we behave. For instance, I always say hello to the sea and my mother.
Nell: I know you do.
Me: I feel she’s there. I think it’s because she loved the sea so much.
Nell: She did.
Me: Kev likes to see how far away the island looks.
Me: Harriet dashes into the sea as fast as she can.
Me: Poppy checks for Beefies, or other annoying creatures.
Nell: Like innocent dogs enjoying a walk.
Me: You like to walk at your own pace and stop occasionally for quiet contemplation.
Nell: I do.
Me: And Dave sticks his face in the sand and his bottom in the air.
Nell: He does.
Me: It’s his most favourite thing. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: It’s extremely ungainly. Nobody wants to look at that.
Me: Anyway, I was thinking that maybe we approach the beach like we approach life.
Nell: I see.
Me: I tend to lose myself in memories and my fantasy world.
Nell: You do.
Me: Kev likes to see what the day brings.
Nell: He does.
Me: Harriet rushes in full of hope and joy.
Nell: She does.
Me: Poppy is ready to attack.
Me: And you take your time to sniff and savour.
Nell: Life should be enjoyed. What about David?
Me: Dave just sticks his bottom in the air and his face in the sand and lives for the moment.
Nell: Not a bad approach to life. Are you going to share that toast now? It needs to be eaten.
Me: Of course. Sorry.