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To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega

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I was cleaning out our beach bag when I came across one of the shells that the kids had collected yesterday. It brings back memories from when I was a child and my Gran would take me for regular walks along the beach.

We would get in from school on a hot summers day and she would have all the beach stuff laid out and we would excitedly get changed to head to the beach.

I wasn’t a big swim in the sea fan but I did love to walk along the shore and scour the water’s edge for the tiny sea shells that I could find there and would collect them and they came in so many different shapes and sizes. I would place them in a jar I had and once home I would wash them all and look at their pretty colours and then the jar with all the shells would sit proudly on my shelf.

I don’t know where the jar is now but I remember those memories fondly and hope that I can provide the same for my children.

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January 10 | 3.46PM

Today’s photo didn’t quite turn out to plan because initially we were heading to the beach and were taking the Gopro camera that my son got for Christmas but when we got to the beach we realised that the camera hadn’t charged so was flat so this was a photo taken earlier in the day instead (we may try the GoPro again at another stage)

“If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.” ~Mark Twain

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January 9 | 6:32PM

There is nothing like riding a bicycle in childhood, feeling the wind run through your hair and the strain of your leg muscles as you pedal…feeling that independence as you leave the security of training wheels behind you

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