Saint Kilda Pier
On the pier it was cold and windy but when we were got to the end there was a beach sheltered by the rocks and it was warm, warm enough for a swim the little one decided. I told her not to go in too far and she turned and said to me "But I just love it", who can resist that? So off came all her clothes and my shoes and socks, so glad she made me, the water was surprisingly warm. We made a seaweed sandcastle and watched the fish sparkle in the sun. The little one delighted in dropping the seaweed in and out of the water, watching it unfurl itself underwater to a ferny thing of beauty then lifting it out again as bedraggled green and red wet hair. Finally at 6.30pm she was ready to come home and we gathered up the boys who were fishless but content.