ii. Some of my happiest childhood memories are those spent on the beach.
iii. History repeats itself. When I told the kiddo that we would celebrate the new year at the beach, I saw my own excitement many years before in him. “Mommy, I can’t sleep. How many hours til we go?” Precisely the same lines I used to bother his Grandma with as soon as a beach day was announced.
v. The latest beach I have been to was in Rayong yesterday which was also Teacher’s Day in Thailand.
vi. Bangkok campus administrators of the university I work in treated lecturers to a beachfront breakfast. Then set us loose on the beach. I take it they were expecting us to be refreshed and re-energized to tackle another year of academia. Well, it’s a win-win.
x. Life’s a bitch to brats. Long story. I provided links in case anyone is curious. Meanwhile…
xi. Beach. Life is. And more
xii. like “the three great sounds of nature are the sound of rain, the sound of primeval wood and the sound of outer ocean on the beach” ~ Henry Beston
xiii. On Chesil Beach ‘the truly great books are those that are constantly revelatory’