Talking of which (and not having sprogs myself), I love to watch kids off the leash and gravitating toward their own pleasures.
Whoops-a-daisy (my reaction), but this young one didn't care, she just kept on playing digging, building and getting wet.
Of course not all of us are so carefree, this little one secured herself like a limpet to her mother and for good reason.
Snug as a bug in a rug.
Having left my brass ovaries at home, I left the surf to those who had brought theirs with them.
The unique one surveys the scenery....
...."three little birds pitch by my doorstep"
My goodness it was a beautiful day and as we've been rain soaked for about a week, the contrast helped crank up the appreciation meter.
Just in case you needed more proof.