School holidays, of course I remember long, hot days on the dunes and the beach, inventing intense and convoluted adventure dramas with my sister.
We were pirates with oversized shirts and wellington boots, but I remember being more interested in action rather than costumes. We were lucky, we were left to our own devices whilst our father fished and our mother read or sketched. Okay, we didn’t have a sun-drenched, desert island as our backdrop, but the Suffolk coast in the late 1960s was a quiet, relatively empty place open to our imaginations. More recently my daughter has enjoyed being a pirate, but not at the seaside. It has been ‘Pirate Parties’, particularly following the success of ‘The Pirates of the Caribbean’ films.
So, now, here we are on the Suffolk coast again in the 21st century. It is the school holidays again.
What? Dressing up? Nah – just chill with the phone.