The Icing on the Cake

After a lovely walk and a light meal, we make our way home. Before us lies a mile and a half walk along the beach. The sky is a messy splash of pink and greys. With the sun asleep for the night the temperature drops. Wrapping ourselves in sweaters and pashminas we breath deeply the early evening air. We engage in the easy back and forth conversation of two old friends. The waves crashing and our onward motion are a lullaby to the baby and he falls asleep in my arms.