Seeing a sun icon with a high of 75 in my weekend weather forecast feels like winning the lottery. I emailed my husband at work last week: WE’RE GOING TO THE BEACH SUNDAY.
It seems to happen once a year. Last year we visited Great Yarmouth, the year before that, Wells-Next-the-Sea. As this is our last summer here (and perhaps our last summer within 90 minutes of a coast), I wanted to try something new. Southwold was recommended by two reliable sources. So we went.
All we need from a beach at this stage in our lives is parking, clean sand and a place to pick up some snacks. We don’t need the arcades, amusements and tacky vendors. Southwold was perfect, with its charming beach huts and large sandy beaches.
The North Sea is cold. The toddler was taken out by a receding wave as soon as we got to the beach, so he was happy to focus on the sand.
We brought a UV tent for the baby, because use of sunscreen on babies under 6 months isn’t recommended and I didn’t want to cut our trip short to keep the baby out of the sun. While he didn’t nap in it, he happily played and listened to the sounds of the beach for a good long while. It was just large enough for me to fit inside to feed him, too!
Our entourage motivated us to stay close the pier. Take away sandwiches were hard to come by, but my husband did bring back a massive espresso to fuel us through the afternoon.
There’s more sun in the forecast this next weekend! We won’t be drinking lite beer at a lake and watching fireworks or anything, but we’ll be thinking of those of you who are.