100WC Week 3 - Red White, Red White

The weather turned so quickly. We were thirty minutes walk away from the car so, wrapped up against the wind, we put our heads down and picked up speed. The wind whirled, swirled and whipped around us, an empty chip paper floated above our heads. ""Look mummy, a lighthouse. It goes red, white, red, white, red." I held my sons hand and noticed that my husband was holding onto our other son too. We exchanged worried glances and started taking bigger strides. The waves crashed around the rocks at the foot of the lighthouse and we could feel the spray from the promenade. There had been so much flooding recently on the news. Our car was parked against the sea wall...