In typical British weather fashion, Summer hits hard.
All or nothing. I prefer nothing.
In the midst of the heat wave I whinge, I whine and I melt.
I’m not cut out for Summer. Born a winter baby, in a snowstorm no less.
Factor in that I produce red haired offspring, my viking origins clearly mean my blood boils far too easily. In more ways than one 😉
The heat of course fine if you can lounge by a pool all day, book in one hand, Pimms in the other but realistically with three children the only book I’m reading is peppa blooming pig, the Pimms however might still be there… 😉
My survival tactic to hit the coast in search of cooler air. The children of course are always thrilled to have a day on the beach so a win, win situation.
An early start (but then aren’t all mornings with children early?) meant we were across the region and cooling down nicely in Southwold on the Suffolk heritage coast just in time for a morning coffee.
I love Southwold. Whilst undoubtably a trek, it’s always a trip worth making. With its cheery beach hut charm, quirky pier and traditional seaside loveliness.
Surprisingly it’s my first visit to Southwold since starting Geocaching so had made sure to load up my phone with a few to grab whilst we were there.
But first things first, a cappuccino on the pier as the last of the cloud from the previous night’s storms burnt off.
The perfect time to check out a few caches as we wait for the tide to go out. A rather neat virtual cache located right on the pier. For once we weren’t looking for an actual cache. To claim this one you need to search for some information to email to the cache owner.
The information in question gathered from a commemorative plaque placed on the pier. The pier however is covered with them.
Hundreds of the things!
Luckily however one of my super powers is that I can speed read at a ridiculous rate. A few minutes and my task complete.
Virtuals are great but now I’m left needing a proper cache fix – time to go hunting!
In true geocaching form, there are caches located in all the best spots of the town. As we soak up the seaside loveliness and explore we track down a few caches as we go. A sneaky hide by the lighthouse and another on the rather lovely Gun Hill. Without a doubt a fabulous location for a cache just a shame it’s on a bin. *shudder*
As we sign the log in a shady spot we hear church bells nearby.
‘Ohh church bells, you know what that means kids?’
A collective exasperated sigh.
‘Yes Mum! A church micro, and no, you’re not doing it!’
That’s me told then. It must be time to hit the beach.
With temperatures rising and the tide finally offering us a hint of beach, it’s time to pick a good spot and set up camp for the rest of the day. We soon cool off with the sea breeze and a hasty paddle.
It’s freezing and therefore absolutely bloody wonderful.
The wind in my hair (beach hair – it’s a good look! 😉), the joyous feeling of not being hot and bothered and the opportunity to catch a few rays. I’m now a healthier shade of pale, rather than the whiter one. A Viking suntan. Result!
A fabulous afternoon spent with the children on the beach, a cache fix and the obligatory 99 on the promenade before we went home. Marvellous!
Southwold, you never let me down!