The water held an irresistable pull ...
"At our beach, at our magic beach, we swim in the sparkling sea,
surfing and splashing and jumpin the waves, shrieking and laughing with glee"
Then a bite to eat with a refreshing fruit salad and some wonderful healthy picnic treats - and a birthday to celebrate.
Then a fossik along the shore...
"At our beach, at our magic beach, we walk when it's cloudy and grey,looking for driftwood, feathers and shells washed up on the edge of the bay"
A search for the hundreds of tiny crabs that we never quite got to as they disappeared down their holes before we could even get close...
"At our beach, at our magic beach, we search in the clear warm pools,peering at starfish, limpets and crabs, and tiny fish darting in schools"
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A magical playscene and shells to play with in the playroom
Hold it up to your ear and listen, listen well
Swish-oo, swish-oo
The seashells song is from the silvery sea,
Where the waves roll in wild and free
Swish-oo, swish-oo
Shells in the sandpit become natural scoops and drawing tools.
We painted with watercolours inspired by the blue greens of the ocean
Blue wave from the sea, come and wash all over me
The children then chose some beads and pieces of driftwood from our collection to create beautiful beach mobiles.
Such thought and planning goes on inside you! Quiet consideration together with all that love and energy you put into every little things makes playgroup such a treasured experience. You will always be part of our family Miss Karin. Nat xo
ReplyDeleteWow! It's good to hear you enjoyed the beach! J I love the holes the tiny crabs made. They look so cute. Hehe. I've never seen tiny crabs actually digging the holes they hide in. LOL. Also, I always wait for the sunset every time I go to the beach.
ReplyDeleteDonna Parsley