tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10597769.post111718731159079396..comments2023-11-03T00:04:36.555+11:00Comments on A Growing Delight: Going to the BeachAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901064145483995261noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10597769.post-1117259887774205502005-05-28T15:58:00.000+10:002005-05-28T15:58:00.000+10:00Have a wonderful holiday and think of us all occas...Have a wonderful holiday and think of us all occassionally while you are breathing in that lovely sea air. As children the only time my father had holidays was in the winter - he drove a milk tanker and cows are dry then. So each year we would be packed up to the seaside or as close as we could get so I could breath in the sea air. It was supposed to be good for my lungs. Not sure if it was, but from then on I have loved the sea in all its moods. Ashley and I have talked about one day retiring to somewhere on the coast. Won't happen for years and then we will be so set in our ways we won't want to move, but the dreaming is always nice. Maybe a holiday house......Calidorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07118238727781108509noreply@blogger.com