Cutchogue - beaching around...

View of the Bay from the New Suffolk Park

 Relax is the one reason why I am here!

Houses in Cutchogue are very pretty, I am totally envious...

 Since childhood I was always spending my summers at the beach (back in Italy).
Even though the Dolomites are not too far from where I lived and even though I remember many day trips to the nearby hilly area, to lakes like Garda or Levico or the banks of the river Piave, summer vacation meant one thing: beach.
With the connected accessories like sunscreen, granita (crushed ice with mint syrup), watermelon, shells...

Growing up, the whole experience became a little wilder, the accessories being a gang of cousins my age, poetry, bonfires, the guy with the guitar and the dark eyes, a good amount of fun and very little sleep.

Now, first of all nothing is more precious than my beauty sleep (it would be more correct to say that my beauty has fallen asleep, but these are details for another time).

And I definitely grew out to be a totally non-romantic person, so if - say - someone thinks about bringing me flowers*, I'd point in the direction of my chocolate supply and say: empty!

But one thing didn't change: I like sitting on the sand and look in the direction of the horizon. I don't need anything special (crosswords would be a fantastic companion though), just to let the thoughts float.

This kind of pastime, which is close relative with inner peace and absentmindedness, is of course more or less like an interrupted line on an uneven piece of paper.

Why?Because this time I am on the other side, I am a mom taking care of two kids who are, hopefully, having their fun.

Now it's me the one who wakes up early to prepare some lunch, snacks, collects toys, sunscreen, hats, bathing suites and so on (and feels like my mom, or my MIL, upset that their husband is always the last one to be ready; who knows what he is still repairing, looking for, cleaning that  is so urgent!Men seem to be suddenly very busy whenever help is needed)**.

Anyway, it makes me very happy when I find a nice place where everybody is having a good time.

One of this places is in Cutchogue, in the town of Southold.

With small kids I am especially fond of shallow water, so this is - being on the Big Peconic Bay - an enjoyable, pretty and usually not crowded spot.

The playground from which one can enter the beach is as nice as the beach  itself and perfect for a shady rest.

Of course you can also meet some nice friends there...

(sure enough there was a kiss after that look...who knows if the duck ever turned into a princess?).

to be continued...

*I  like flowers very much, but they seem to have a shorter life after seeing me, so I feel totally guilty when someone brings me flowers...


**spending half an hour in the bathroom with sunscreen in his hands didn't prevent Ralph from getting a sunburn, so I really wonder what the hack he's doing...maybe reading the list of chemicals?