The one that got away

Stirring the porridge , a picture flashed through my mind of a summer afternoon at the Sandbanks.

We were making our way to the beach ,adults in front,small ones  following. We stopped  at a T-intersection and  I looked back to check the entourage.

Four little cousins  strolled quietly, hand in hand gazing here and there and upwards. The ten and seven year old  sisters on either side,four year old twins in the middle.

We were at the bottom of an incline. No-one else around. It was quiet and peaceful.

The trees towered above ....brambles and wild flowers clustered at the edge. Four-legged,furry creatures  also silently shared the space close to the ground

The small figures were diminished further by the breadth and  height of their surroundings.

In bathing suits and flip-flops ,they were part of the nature surrounding them.

I didn't have a camera. I never have a camera.

It will always be the picture, that can never be re-captured ,that I really minded not taking.