Our daughter finally found her sea legs – the last day of our holiday
It was our last day of holidays. We were packed and ready to get the ferry. We had cleaned the house and swept the patio, emptied the fridge and hunted down missing socks. Mentally, we had already left.
But our eight-year-old daughter still had one thing that she wanted to do. "Oh please," she said, "just one more trip to the beach?" She didn't say why she wanted to go, but we suspected: she wanted to swim.
She had, of course, been in the water several times a day during our holiday. But she always had her little boogie board to help her stay afloat. Either that or she kept a sneaky toe on the bottom.