When I was a young girl my parents didn’t have much money. My mum took care of me, while my dad worked. He worked hard. So hard in fact the majority of my earliest memories only contain my mum or nanny. Although my earliest memory is crawling to the front door to greet my dad after a hard days work, I obviously missed him.
As we had very little money we used to go on holiday to my grandparents caravan in Overstrand, Norfolk. A simple place full of people making the most of what good weather England gifts us in the summer months. A seaside village that had seen better days but was quaint and joyous in it’s own very special way. I can say with complete honesty, these were some of my happiest days.
Today I went to the beach for the first time this year and was instantly reminded of these simple times. The warm sun was momentarily masked by the coastal breeze, the waves had a frosty edge and the wind made it difficult to see through the mane of hair being blown across my face.
I walked to the lands edge and decided it wasn’t a day at the beach until my shoes came off, so off they came. I stepped into the chilly sea and felt the gentle waves creep up my ankles. I began to wiggle my toes and feel the sensation of the sand, the sea, the smells of food being cooked nearby and seaweed, the sounds of happy children all around, all as I watched each wave one by one ebb and flow toward and away from me.
I was transported back to this time in my childhood in Norfolk, around 5 or 6 years old. Stood hand in hand with my dad as he made me feel at ease with the rocky, sharp sand and the icy cold temperature of the water. He told me to wiggle my feet down into the sand as that would keep them warm. He called it the “squidgy squadge..”
I can’t really remember a time where the squidgy squadge didn’t exist, nor would I want to if I’m honest with you.
The trick is to wriggle and wiggle with all your might to slowly descend further into the sand and feel every grain as it engulfs your feet. It’s a wonderful feeling and is more often than not, the first thing I do when I walk on the beach. From Overstrand to Brighton, from Goa to Crete I have squidgy squadge’d my way across the shore.
There is magic in moments and memories like this, a short of time capsule. Whenever I do the squidgy squadge I am transported back to the first, last or even any time I have squadge’d a squidgy before. The memories are so embedded in those moments of sensation, where I truly immerse myself in the moment that I can recall them so clearly.
I truly believe that there is a place in this world for magic. Not the wizardry of the movies, nor the witchery of old. But the magic of the everyday, the silly stuff anyway.
Magic is everywhere and can creep up on us at anytime giving us a snippet of happiness from a time gone by. Give in and let it unfold. Just watch the magic happen..