To me, a beach day conjures memories of my mom coaxing me out of bed at dawn, creamy ice coffees covered in condensation and grilled blueberry muffin, driving with the windows cracked, hoping the fog will break, then settling a cloth beach chair into the cool sand on an empty beach, the sun reflecting off the water onto our pale faces. Reading materials are magazines and mysteries, there is wine in the water bottles (shhhh . . . ) and conversation includes but is not limited to relationships, parenting, how the internet may or may not be affected by the weather (the jury is still out), growing up, and how close is socially acceptable for other people to put their blankets from ours.
I anxiously await the next time I can spend one of these sacred mornings with my mom, but while the weather is still more cold than cool, and I'm on a different side of the ocean, a Winter Beach Day with Bruno cures my thirst for salty water, and good company- and made for a great weekend holiday.
We drove down to Bournemouth and stayed by the beach. Dinner was at 9:55 that Sunday, just before the kitchen closed at a bar we randomly came upon, which was like a hipster mecca in the seemingly deserted beach town. The streets seemed empty because everyone and their ripped-jeans clad mom was at 60 million Postcards for trivia night! We ate fried chicken and drank Czech beer and played trivia. Favorite trivia team name: "Baby Cheeses" haha.
The next morning was overcast but we still snapped some quick pictures of the beach and headed to Portsmouth (the original one!) for the rest of the day. There is an active naval base there, maritime museum, historic dockyard with old ships, and even an aircraft carrier. We had a good time exploring, and ate at a popular restaurant chain with the best name: Slug and Lettuce :). These beach days weren't 80 degrees, or even sunny, but just as good for the soul!
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