There was one day in particular actually that it seemed not entirely unlikely I might have to get the lifeguards to help me on their off-road buggy thing lmao. We'd planned to meet everyone at a particular beach but it turned out to involve a bit of scrambling down rocks to get to and between us having the pram, Jacob refusing to be carried, and my foot meaning I couldn't safely climb down while also supervising one of the kids it just wasn't going to work. So we walked along the top of the like dunes to the next beach over but it was very uneven ground (more foot hurty), it was hot, and we just were running out of stamina. We got down on to the sand of the next beach but by then getting back to the car involved either clambering back the way we came or continuing to the other end of this second beach and then me waiting with the kids while Jonny went back for the car. We chose the second option but I was in enough pain by this point that I knew I wouldn't be able to walk the length of the beach all in one go, so we planned a sort of shuffle along it in intervals with stops in between, but THEN I got a bit panicky about feeling stranded as it was going to be a faff whichever way we went and we were really flagging.
Eventually I realised though that it was much easier to walk on the wet sand closer to the water, both because it was more solid (the way your feet spread to keep your balance on soft shifting sand apparently puts a lot of strain on the old fourth metatarsal) and because it was a shorter distance due to the curve of the coast. So it actually ended up okay from there but we passed the lifeguards as we went and I did briefly consider asking them for a hand lol. But in fact I was god's bravest warrior etc and did it all on my own đĒđģ
