There is nothing more glorious than the beach in Winter.
This Saturday we had something to collect in Swanage and so we set off early to catch the last of the light at the shore.
They humour my photos for a few minutes before setting to work on re-routing the beach river. Racing over to a waiting blanket at the prospect of hot chocolate, chattering all the while about their plans.
Scarcely an hour has passed before we’re heading back to the car in dusk and on to our destination. Yet an hour filled with the kind of joy that will last all week.