Our Cornish vacation was well underway and on day three the sun poked out from the clouds and we left our glorious campsite, Trevella Park and headed out to the beach.
It was on the golden sands that I witnessed and typed the following….
“I had never seen the three of them united in such profound concentration before. I took a moment to savor it and perched a while on a mussel coated rock.
Behind me the ocean crashed happily into the headland. Blue and greens streams collided into white, and spray caught the back of my neck. The freshness was pleasurable, a contrast to the heat that threatened to leave a burn.
Behind my husband, eldest daughter and son, squealed a laughing Libby-Sue. Naked as the day she was pulled from my belly, she lay in a shrimp infested puddle, launching sand bombs into the sky and snorting with joy when they exploded upon her. Her incessant happiness was a cheerful contrast to the seriousness of the trio a few feet away.
Whilst the waves pounded, the little one giggled and my other three walked silently somberly. Feet pushing the water aside, hands fixed around a cane pole.
Then, a shriek, a cry, a yell of pure jubilance.
“I’ve got one, I’ve got one.” sang out my eldest girl, with a look of pure sunshine radiating from her features.
The atmosphere was electric, the first crab of the holiday had been caught on day three of the holiday.”