The little monkey loves the sea, especially when it’s full tide and there are branches to swing on, and the water to catch her.
Now that she’s with me every Wednesday afternoon, we are making the most of the warm weather to play on the beach and have a swim. Then we come back and eat lots – and the imagination flies freely.
This time, one of her ‘What if . . . ‘ sentences turned into a story.
I know I’m a doting granny, but maybe you will indulge me this once, because it was exciting to see how quickly a story could turn into a book. It was a just a matter of grabbing a big sheet of white drawing paper, folding and cutting it, and writing down her words.
To my surprise, she understood how to illustrate it. So here are the waves, with Mira lying happily under them.
MIRA SAID, ‘I LOVE THE WAVES OF THE SEA AND EVEN THE SWIMMING POOL AND WATER SLIDES.’
‘WHAT IF THE CLOUDS CAME DOWN TO THE SEA?’
THAT WOULD BE FUNNY!
AND THE CLOUDS WOULD TURN INTO CLOUD BOATS
AND MIRA AND GRANNY CAN SAIL IN THE BOATS . . .
AND SOME CLOUDS COME DOWN INTO THE SEA TOO
AND MIRA AND GRANNY GET OUT OF THE BOATS AND THEY GROW BIGGER AND BIGGER UNTIL THEY GROW INTO THE NORMAL SIZE AND WALK ON THE SAND . . .
WITH CREATURES UNDERNEATH.
Thank you, little beach monkey.
You are so at home in nature and to see this makes my heart sing.