Our annual beach trip was delightful in unexpected ways. Going before the season really started meant we had the beach to ourselves, though the weather was poetic and moody, rather than sunny and balmy.
We lounged, ate fresh strawberries with juice running down our fingers and faces, splashed in the pool and tried (and failed) to count stars. Bedtime was completely ignored and dips in the pool counted as a bath most nights. It was total relaxation and it was perfect.
We had a few sunny days and we ran as fast as we could to the beach, to make the most of it.