It was 4 degrees Celsius. We made it to Scheveningen beach — and had ice cream. I can’t think of a time I’ve ever said no to an outing that involves being by the sea. Not even after being hit on the head by a life-sized surfboard and pushed deeper into the water in acute pain — or, in this case, when the temperature was a mere 4 degrees.
It was incredibly windy, but the sun cast an irresistibly beguiling hue over the beach, a soft golden glow that made everything feel worth it. I sauntered across the sand, undeterred by my heeled sandals and wind-whipped hair. It was that time of year when you feel freed from the cocoon of winter, seized by a sudden urge to dance beneath the vast blue sky. And best of all, you have the beach almost entirely to yourself.
So, why not?
With love x