Life’s a Beach

After sitting on the ferry and the train(s) back from the Island (Isle of Wight for the uninitiated) the other weekend – more on this later – we crossed over from Waterloo to Embankment to get the bus home (388 – genius bus).

As I looked up at the beautiful blue skies and sunshine above I spotted bunting.  Nothing improves things like a bit of bunting.

And some paper planes.

And a new Southbank art installation.

It’s coming into that time of year where everyone grabs any available piece of sunlit concrete down there, glass of wine in hand to relax (skateboard optional).  It was lovely to see everyone out enjoying the sunshine and making like they’re on the French Riviera, instead of the banks of the murky ol’Thames.  

They have even painted the stairs a lovely sunshine yellow shade.

Then, what’s this? BEACH HUTS!!!  Woop!  They’re all designed by different artists and house different sorts of wares, shops etc.

Sam: Look that one sells ice cream.  Wouldn’t it be cool if it came out of the seagull’s butt?

Me: *quizzical look*

Sam: Kids would love it!

Me: That’s disgusting.

Sam: No! It’d be great.

Luckily the powers that be clearly agreed with me and the handy hatch was used to serve ice cream instead.

The last little piece of awesomeness on this tableau of seaside-y-ness was a beach.  Small but perfectly formed it was SWARMING with small children and parents using them as an excuse to get in on the action.

It may not actually be the French Riviera but it’s not bad…