Some places just have magical properties– they excite us, calm us, soothe us. I am now in that place for me: a small beach called Litchfield in South Carolina, where I’ve been going since birth with my family. My grandfather Womack had a beach house here long ago, but it was partly washed away in Hurricane Hugo in 1989. The family ended up selling the house. I’m still sad about this.
Since then, we’ve rented a variety of places, but settled on a condo area with great biking paths, swimming pools, fabulous beach access, and lovely marsh and wildlife all around. We’re here now, having arrived yesterday (with lots of others heading to their favorite spots, if the traffic is any evidence).
We went to the beach first thing. Here’s proof:
We also went out to dinner, to celebrate my oldest nephew’s birthday. We’ll be doing the same for his younger brother next week. In the meantime, here’s our plan:
- swimming
- biking
- beach walking
- napping
- some game playing
- eating (out and in)
- deck sitting
- idle chatting
However, since we haven’t done those things for me to report on to you, I’m reblogging another such outing 6 years ago. The kids were smaller, but we did approximately the same activities. If it isn’t broke, no need to fix it.
Until next time…
