It's been a smashing Bank Holiday weekend, just what I needed. We travelled up to Somerset to babysit the grandchildren and a jolly time was had by all. It was good to get away from the stress of trying to buy a house, there has been all sorts of complications, which if we can't get sorted to our satisfaction may mean that we have to pull out.......it doesn't bear thinking about. Spending time with the grandchildren puts everything into perspective, the littlest one always has a smile on his face and literally dives head first into fun. While the older two happily spent an afternoon jumping waves, such simple pleasures. While we were looking for seaweed I spotted a butterfly washed up onto the beach. I thought it must have been dead but on closer inspection saw it struggling to move. Scooping it up I painfully trudged up the pebbly beach, sadly not the golden soft sand that we are used to in Cornwall, and placed it carefully onto a bush. After a few minutes it seemed to recover from its swim, stretched out it's wing to dry and warm itself in the sun.
Sitting on a beach, watching children play, surrounded by beauty and nature.......it really is the little things in life that bring such joy isn't it?