Nearly every Sunday is a beach day for my friend and me, but on this particularly hot day thousands were there: toddlers with cute hats and buckets and spades, older kids body boarding or training for surf patrol, adults carrying beach gear and setting up shade tents, a couple on a tandem, many swimmers, and lots of people with their dogs.
And there was me, wearing my legionnaire’s hat (or mullet hat as my nephew calls it) for the first time after suffering sunburn to my neck while at Wānaka. My friend wore her sensible wide-brimmed hat, with matching top. We were impressed by one little girl’s outfit; her tutu, sandals, and hair tie were all the same shade of lilac.
Anne-O-tations 