Fri-yay and another beach day… but the same beach, again, as last weekend. The promise to broaden my sandy horizons is not lost on me but convenience and that ol’ thing of ‘if it ain’t broke’ came in to play. And Troon’s a beaut. So a beachy dress (sold out but loving this one), tucked into the ripped jeans because,…
It had only been a week but seaside cravings took hold pretty hard pretty quick and the need for sand between the toes was real. Waves crashing, clouds rolling, dogs digging… Being by the water is like weekend medicine – something so delicious the Monday Friday feels a million miles away in a moment. Being by the sea for those…
I’ll just go ahead and own up right now… I’m a beach bum. No, you don’t get it, I mean I literally left with some of the beach stuck to my bum because I sat on this big ol’ barnacle rock. On the other hand I really, honestly do love the beach – just Scottish beaches mind. Beaches abroad are…
There’s just something about the beach and the sea and the sand… Being by the sea always feels like the ultimate time out to me and time like that is so important when life is unstoppably busy. We took a drive, yes like old people, on the bank holiday Monday through to the East coast of Scotland, to Elie where…
Just some shots of our Sunday trip to the seaside – never complete without fish and chips at The Ship Inn, digging in the sand, icecream and a one-eye-open nap on the warm sand. Then it rained. Rude.
