It is the second half of April. The sea is cold, but the little guy could not care less. Splashing about in the shallows is far too exciting to let a bit of cold get in the way. The plastic boat cruises left and right along the shore, pebbles are loaded into its hold, engine noises are supplied, and the whole voyage gets narrated…
I sit and watch him. The sea is still, the beach is quiet, and we have it all to ourselves. Far away there is nothing but deep blue, all the way to the Italian coast. One of those moments. I think: lucky kid, growing up here. To me, that is worth a lot. I am happy we can give him this.
