As I mentioned in my Boobday Friday post this week, in all the years we’ve been visiting our beach we’ve never had to buy an umbrella. We’d usually find one left behind from previous holiday-makers the week before.
But last summer was different … in so many ways … and it was clear that there had been few visitors on the beach before us.
We found just one, wedged between some rocks at the far end of the beach, tattered and torn. Perhaps it was even a relic from the summer before? But it still opened … and made for some lovely patterns in the mid-day sun!
For many more Sinful Patterns this Sinful Sunday, gently rub the lips below.
Xxx – K
