We had a plan we were building on the idea of a visit to the sea to explore in real terms the smell the sound the space the colour the texture the vastness the imagination. So we did. Senior infants on the bus to Bray!
The first think to do was to run and embrace the waves, to run and be chased by the sea, to get caught and get wet and to run again and not be caught. The screams were not louder than the crashing waves. Discovery of rocks, rocks with holes, rocks that spell your name that talked back to you when you whispered into its craggy surface.
Digging and building and digging deeper. Finding your own space and building and feeling the texture that was on offer. It was a day of embracing the sea and finding a space for the discovery and slowing it down.
Then it was time for home and sleepy journeys and dreams.
