hey, you know you're british when you don't let the weather dictate when you go to the beach If you've seen my instastories, you'll know that yesterday, you know, a couple of days after the hottest day of the year, we went to The Beach at Brent Cross
Reasonable to expect decent weather? No
This is a man-made beach that arrives every Summer in NW London, across the road from the Brent Cross shopping centre. We came last year and the weather was blazing hot - proper Summer wardrobe weather. This year, the weather was more lukewarm and a cardi would not have looked out of place. However, it's not about the weather when you're British; it's about getting involved and having a ruddy good time, which is exactly what the girls did. They stripped off to their swimwear almost immediately and jumped in the paddling pool (which was empty cos everyone else had either bothered to check the weather or were over the road purchasing bargains in the Zara sale ). Suffice to say, much fun was had, despite the weather, but I have realised that I have too much to say here in this character restricted caption space, so I will continue over on the blog. Full review, including how much you should probably bring with you, will be ready by close of play today
This is so much childhood to me. How many times have my brother and I been crossing that bridge without daddy's knowing, to explore and play? How we in wintertime both sat on brothers' snowracer down the hill with daddy catching us just before we slided out on the ice? How we in sunmertime diped our warm bodies in the river with lifebuoys attached to daddys strong hands, just so the stream wouldn't take us?
And then when I got older, borrowed the neighbours' fat horse and tried to ride across the old wooden bridge which didn't seem to hold for us... So many memories, so much joy. I can breath so lightly here, with all the cells in my body at peace. My sanctuary.