At our beach,
at our magic beach,
the seagulls were making a racket,
squawking and swooping and scavenging ’round
then I saw this tangerine jacket.
At our beach,
at our magic beach,
the ocean waves calm all our cares,
ebbing and flowing and frothing on rocks,
and this foxy mum styling in flares.
At our beach,
at our magic beach,
the crabs make us giggle and laugh,
scampering over the rockpools we go,
and style is wrapped up in a scarf.
Inspired by one of our favourite books for kids, ‘Magic Beach’ by Alison Lester, my wicked son Z, and the stylish women at Sydney’s Bronte Beach.
Our Magic Beach.
Do you have a ‘Magic Beach’ too?
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