A few weeks ago the Brother tweeted that he’d found the best beach in East Lothian, but wasn’t going to tell anyone where it is. We’re lucky though. Not only did he take us there, he took a day off work to do so.
Of course, I’ll never be able to find it again. It has two names, neither of which I remember, nor could I spell. The Brother zigzagged across the countryside, drove up a long lane, and then we trekked through a forest. It was all worth it as we looked over the top of the dunes- white sand, blue sea, blue sky. Hardly anyone about. The sea was freezing. It was practically a Donegal beach.
We spent hours walking and playing, digging and splashing. Hours simply sitting and letting ourselves just be. I’ll never find it again, but I’m glad we were there. All together.