Well, not exactly easy, but man! Doesn't everything feel that little bit better when the sun shines and it's warm? We have had the most unbelievable weather this week, I am sure that it is the best weather we have had in all our seven and a half years in Whitley Bay. The breeze on the beach was actually balmy - magnificently, satisfyingly, thrillingly balmy! Tom and I had a picnic in the park everyday of the school week, before he went in to nursery.
And we spent some time on the beach, constructing elaborate cities, digging a hole as deep as Tom is tall (well... nearly) and Tom didn't let the still icy temperature of the sea stop him from messing about in the water.
Yesterday the boys and I had an epic bike ride along our beautiful coast line. Well Sam and I cycled, Tom sat at his ease in the bike seat! We went along and met some friends at the park near school and Sam wanted his friend Mark to come with us, and then Mark's sister Kirsty didn't want to be left out, so she would come along and then their dad said he would come along as well, so our party of three swelled to to 6 and off we set. I really do love being out on the bike, I'm not even that bothered if it's cold (but NOT raining), and it lifts my spirit. Always having Tom on the front mounted bike seat means that I usually end up singing - some daft song or the other! We motored along until we got to Cullercoats Bay and then had a lovely stopover there. We paddled, dug holes and built sandcastles but the highlight of the beach leg of our tour, was a hectic session of bulldog on the crowded beach -loads of fun, our kids and all the waifs and strays who got drawn in, loved it (I did too). We set off for the next stop, a park in Tynemouth, and had 30 minutes of swings, slides, see saws, rugby and obstacle challenges there, before setting off for our last stop - an ice cream in Tynemouth. Yum. Happy children. Although the smiles did slip a bit when they realised it was already 6pm and they still had to cycle home...
They slept like logs Saturday night though, didn't wake up till after 8am which always makes for a happy mummy! It did mean a bit of a rushed start to the day as Sam had the first rugby match of the season for Percy Park. Steve started coaching the under 6 & 7's at the start of the season as that was where it was assumed that Sam would be. We found out 3 weeks after training started that he was supposed to be in the under 8's, but that they didn't need anymore coaches, so Steve would stay on with the younger ones - needless to say Sam was unhappy. He didn't want to go without a parent involved or on the sidelines, and sobbed and sobbed as though his heart would break. He was eventually coerced into going and trying it out, as long as I promised that going forward I would come and watch every game and every practice, so that is how Tom and I came to be accompanying the boys to rugby.
It was enjoyable to watch my little boy tearing about the pitch, (2 tries, 1 double tag, last man standing in bulldog) but it was also hard work trying to keep Tom occupied on the sidelines - and not running out and causing havoc amongst the teams! I am also somewhat dubious about doing this every Sunday - going forward into the depths of Winter! But we shall see what unfolds... it is hard to even think about winter after the glorious last burst of summer we have been lucky enough to experience.
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