Our winding trip down to the ocean Road is longest we’ve taken with bub. We emerged from the forest that she had already experienced when we visited St Erth to a new sight, the ocean. New to us too was the strange pink snaking colour that was circling the coastline from Lorne to Wye, some sort of odd algal bloom. I’ve heard it glow at night, so the world is not completely devoid of mysteries for us yet.

We waited until the sun was heavy in the sky, the rockpools the perfect temperature for little bottoms. We dug Ember a little hole in the sand so she could sit up. I don’t think it will be long until she can sit up by herself, there is so much to look at for a little bub.

She was fascinated by the sand, the elusive way it ran through her fingers. She had the same serious look of concentration that bath time elicits. The cogs turning trying to understand solid, liquid and liquid like solids.

After a rough night sleep after the hectic Christmas, a relaxing day down at the beach was the perfect balm. Soothed by the ceiling fans whir she slept beautifully. The end of her extended four month sleep regression may be in sight!