Green waves and blue,
Waves you can jump over
Waves you can dive through.
Waves that rise up
Like a great water wall.
Waves that swell softly
And don’t break at all.
Waves that can whisper
Waves that can roar
And tiny waves that run at you.
Running on the shore.
(There are big waves and Little waves by Eleanor Farjeon. From High Low Dolly Pepper)
I haven't paddled in the sea for at least 2 years. Having a picnic with my friends after church on the South Beach in Scarborough was beautiful. R and I had great fun jumping over the waves. Somehow we ended up too far out and managed to get our bottom halves completely soaked! I thought of that poem as we played. The morning began with the long but beautiful drive from Goathland to Scarborough for the morning service at St Mary's, Scarborough, a beautiful, friendly church that was also in a gorgeous building 
Despite it not being a roasting hot day, the beach was perfect in Scarborough. It was very spacious and empty apart from a few families. We ate prize-winning quiche, sandwiches, jam tarts, apples, crisps and drinks (with Julian, Dick, Anne, George and Timmy the dog ;-) )
