Our summer, as intended, was long and slow with very few trips away. It was the summer of the beach and garden. The summer gently held my first trimester; my tired, nauseous body, and a fragile little girl trying to establish what a new baby would mean for her. It held many days at the beach, but many more spent outside our back door, sat on our trusty blanket in the garden. Colouring, picnicing, flower picking, butterfly feeding, wildlife spotting, book reading and trampoline bouncing.