Camber Sands

When I first told my mum where we'd be staying on holiday, she mentioned that it was near Camber Sands, which, she said, was the first beach my dad ever visited. (I think I've been told before that this was when he was twelve.)

So it was partly due to a family connection but, to be honest, also out of sheer laziness that I suggested this beach as somewhere to go today rather than checking out whether there were any other options. 

And, on this occasion, my indolence paid off as Camber Sands turned out to be pretty much the Platonic ideal of a beach: high dunes behind; hot, fine sand underfoot; a long, walk out to a blue sea; cloud brushed, sunny sky overhead. 

We set up camp and the smaller kids set off for the sea while I worried about the hot sun overhead combined with the sparseness of my hair. Fortunately, Dan decided he needed to go back to the shop in the car park to buy some sunglasses so I took the opportunity to go with him in order to buy a hat, after which I was much happier and able to sit and relax in the sun.