Sunshine


I’ve been awarded the Sunshine Award by C. B. Wentworth so thank you so much honey πŸ™‚

It’s lovely to be nominated for these awards, such an honour πŸ™‚

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My only problem is that for some reason my pictures come out scrambled *stamps foot and pouts* and I don’t know why 😦

Anyway, I’m not going to go down the traditional route with this, what I will do is write about sunshine πŸ™‚

Wednesdays prompt was “write the horizon at dusk” and as i sat here, trying to come up with some sort of story it sparked a memory…..soooo, as it also involves sunshine, i’ll copy here what i wrote πŸ™‚

As a child i spent all my summers at my grandparents caravan on the Kent coast. My cousins and I would spend our days running through grass, searching for crabs on the beach when the tide went out and enjoying the sunshine.

We’d make secret hide outs in the bushes, play hide and seek among the sand dunes and have glorious adventures accompanied by the British weather. (Ha ha ha…for those of you in the UK you’ll know exactly what i mean about British summers…..rain! lol)

But the part of the day that i loved the most was dusk. The sun dying on the horizon, the seagulls making their way home (where do seagulls go at night?) and the children being called in by their parents.

We would go in to steaming hot mugs of tea and biscuits, for dunking πŸ™‚Β  Sometimes, we’d sit on the steps outside, clutching our mugs, watching the sun dissappear. The dampness the evening always seemed to bring would start clinging to our clothes. Then my grandmother would tell us to come in and the door would be shut. If you left the door open it was as though dusk would creep into the caravan and slip into your bed. No one wanted a damp sleeping bag.

Sometimes i’d sit at the front, at the large window and watch the final glimpses of daylight in the distance. I remember wondering what would happen if the sun didnt rise the next morning. But it always did, and then, we would beΒ running through the grass again. The early morning dew seeping through our flipflops, the grass tickling out toes, as we made our way back to the beach.

Nothing ever changed in the night, but weΒ wished so hard that it would. The night always seemed so magical, as if anything could happen while we were tucked up asleep.

Happy days πŸ™‚ I’m afraid i havent got a photo of the caravan, but i have got a photo of the beach.

Yesterdays prompt about eating it raw turned into a strange story. It started with a wife moaning at her husband for eating raw cake mix and turned into an argument about her brother who had just been released from prison LMAO πŸ˜‰ Todays prompt is in the back seat so im sure i can come up with something for that πŸ™‚

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22 thoughts on “Sunshine

  1. I loved your story. I like sunset, watching the world slowly go to sleep. It does seem like such a magical part of the day. Thank you for sharing such an endearing memory.

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  2. Lovely sunshine story as my introduction to your blog! I’m popping round to a few blogs on the A to Z Challenge list ahead of time, clicking on ones that have intriguing names, and settling in to enjoy the ones that charm me, ready for A to Z to start. Yours has certainly charmed me and I’m looking forward to getting to know you better as the challenge progresses.

    Beth

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    • Hi Beth,

      Thanks for dropping by…..ive been doing the same πŸ˜‰

      Awwww, thank you honey πŸ˜‰ Yes, im really looking forward to it. Ive decided to use it to do a characterisation every day, and im excited as i LOVE creating characters.

      Good luck with yours hon, have you got any special plans on how to use it?

      xx

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  3. Congrats on your award nominations!!!

    I love the image of the sunset over the beach anywhere in the world. My grandmother has a condo one week a year after Christmas. My cousins and I would build sand castles in the cold. I love the beach in the spring and fall too. Where we live, it becomes so humid, especially in July and August. The sunset is still gorgeous.

    Touching story!

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