Crosslegged.

What can such a little person be thinking, sitting there looking out to sea? Inspired by Porty Girl's blip I took the girls to the beach to hunt for shells. Rowan roamed about filling her bag and Murron decided to sit at the top of a sand dune and have 'time out'. I felt such a tug at my heart watching her sit there. Sometimes I worry that they don't get the best of me and that the time I have spent at home has hollowed me out. Perhaps it's all the potential change on the horizon that is unsettling me?

Anyway shortly after Murron bounced up shouting 'catch me' and ran full pelt down the sand dune with me behind whooping and laughing.

And the moment had gone.