05/04/2021
S A N D 🏖
When I was child, I thought I was an archaeologist (Read my previous posts for more about this) and I hold my granddad completely to blame for this. He lived inside a park that was rich in history and his talks and tours of the grounds had me hooked. This place was magical and had everything in it, from early Iron Age settlements, flint tools, a 13th century chapel, a wishing well, hilltop fire beacons, a pebble hill, and an amphitheatre. Most of what had been was now not visible above ground but just knowing that all of this history lay under my feet was exhilarating.
So with an imagination fully fuelled I couldn’t go anywhere without digging about in the ground. This of course meant that even a simple trip to the beach would become an opportunity to dig for treasure and have a glimpse at our past.
The questions would whizz around my brain... What lay beneath the sand? What secrets did it hide? Where did the treasures wash up from? Who did it belong to? Why is it here? My thoughts would just run wild and that was always the best part of the trip. (Sorry mum and dad, the long drive, your 80’s music and being slathered in suncream was just not fun) My absolute stand out moment whilst excavating the beach was when I found some pottery and sea glass buried within the sand. I had convinced myself it was from a Roman invasion, washed up from a ship many centuries ago. I bought it home, wrote a story about it and took it to school for Show and Tell. Of course no one else believed a word of it, but I was soooo happy with what I had found. Thank you Granddad and thank you to that sandy beach for filling my childhood with never ending fun and adventure.
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