Leigh successfully completed his third year at medical school this week – no mean feat as the father of a toddler with fifteen years on most of his fellow students. So to celebrate we went out for dinner at Breakwater Bistro, a fantastic local restaurant with great food, friendly service and spectacular views. We sat outside, soaking up the evening sun and making plans for the summer.

Whilst Leigh and I were happy to sit back and admire the view, it was pretty clear that Arthur would rather be in it. So once we’d eaten our fill we decided to walk it off with an after dinner stroll. These light evenings won’t last forever right?

We wandered in past the marina first. The sun was still high in the sky and the air was so warm it was hard to believe we were in the UK. The boats were gently bobbing against the pontoons, eager to get out on the open sea. The evening light projected their reflections amongst the clouds scattered on the mirror of the water.

Though it was beginning to get late, Arthur seemed to be energised by the novelty and beauty of it all, eagerly chasing seagulls along the harbour wall.

As as the sun dropped lower in the sky, bathing everything in an orange light, we meandered back towards the breakwater itself and its path stretching half a mile into the bay.

It was the first time Arthur had actually walked the breakwater rather than being carried, and he loved it. He wanted to stop and examine everything we passed, playing the bench like a drum and reluctantly holding hands as we made sure he didn’t wander too close to the edge.

The sunset was stunning as they all seem to be at the moment. We watched its colours spill across the horizon behind the silhouette of the lighthouse, and as the glowing ball finally disappeared we took our cue and headed home to bed.