This afternoon Amy & I took Lachlan to the beach. We pushed his stroller through the soft sand (not as difficult as it might sound) and then along the hard-packed sand near the surf. The water was the "bluest green," truly extraordinarily beautiful. And the waves were gentle but steady. One lone swimmer was cavorting in the breakers (I think he was about 14 years old).
After a two mile stroll we let our youngun explore along the dunes. He crawled, first in circles, then made a bee-line for a pile of shells some distance away. On the way back he stopped frequently to examine a lone strand of beach grass, a twig washed up on the tide line, or simply a handful of tiny grains of sand.
What better way to spend an afternoon? None that I can think of --for him....or for us.