A few weekends ago I went camping in York, ME. As a kid we always used to go camping on the Maine Coast or up in Canada. Many of my best childhood memories are tied up with swimming in the icy cold water, sitting around campfires and hunkering down in the pop-up with my family.
So when my family had a chance to go a few weekends ago, despite my father’s illness and chemotherapy regimen, we all jumped at he chance. We drank beer, played scrabble, listened to the ocean and hunkered down in the camper while a magnificent thunder storm rumbled and dumped rain on us. 
When you grow up some things change, or become more complicated. Heartbreak can no longer be cured with a kiss and a cookie. But then again, some things never change. Icy water+Camper+ Family = Always a blast!
Looks nice but I must say that I think I prefer the nice sandy beaches we have in Australia than those rocky shores. Not as cold here either by the sounds of it.
That sounds lovely too!