"What shall we do today?" asked Mark.
"Let's go somewhere we have never been before," I replied.
So that's exactly what we did.
After consulting Google and the BBC weather forecast.
Mersea Island was our chosen destination. It's a charming place in Essex, with a causeway separating the east and west, which floods at high tide.
We arrived fairly early in the morning and to our delight we were the only people on the beach. It felt as if we'd discovered a secret location. Tommy set to work digging with his spade and I assisted with sandcastle creations and collecting seashells for decoration.
We wandered aimlessly along the sand, admiring the brightly coloured beach huts and stopped at the cafe for ice-cream. It made a pleasant change to visit such an unspoilt part of the Essex coast.
As the day passed by the beach came alive with water sports and kite running. Families opened up their beach huts and pulled out deckchairs and teapots.
Lunch time came and we treated ourselves to locally sourced fish and chips, lazily ate whilst watching the wind surfers and fishing boats and fantasising about owning a pink beach hut.
Thanks for a special time, Mersea Island. We hope to see you again soon.
The happy beach huts.
Love these little feet.
Collecting more seashells.
The sun shone so brightly Tommy even took his jacket off.
The best fish and chips. They always taste better on the beach, don't you think?