Firsts

It's strange how you can fill up your weekend doing nice stuff, but end up being exhausted anyway... Today felt like a holiday - weather was absolutely gorgeous and it must have been close to 30 degrees (but since Brits don't install thermometers on their houses, we never know). We went shopping for some Toronto essentials and once we came home we headed to the beach.

I've lived here for over a year, and especially last summer I used to go to the beach daily, but I swear this is the first time I've been to the beach when it's low tide. As a Finn, I just find the phenomena of low and high tide facinating - we don't get it in Finland so it's one of those things you hear about in school but only experience years later. Anyway, the normally pebbly beach had turned into beautiful smooth sandy beach, and the waves, coming up the tide were smooth and gentle. Don't forget, our beach is on the Atlantic Ocean, so all other times I've been on the beach the waves are big and cold. This is also the reason I never swim there - I hate cold and the thought of getting to the cold water is just too disgusting so I never do it, just worship the sun.

This time, after falling asleep for a while, I got so hot I decided to go an walk in the waves a bit. Sand was so smooth beneath my toes and water was warm, and I waded in the shallow water until I was waist deep - and after that it would have been just a shame not to swim a bit. (I think it's probably one of those unwritten summer rules that if you get it waist deep, you need to go all the way.)

This is the stuff that we never get to do when on holiday. If weather tomorrow is going to be like this too, I think we'll head for the beach again.

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