We need a bit of relief from this never-ending, icy-cold winter, so flashback to June 1997, one of Catherine’s first trips to the beach.
Never mind that she wouldn’t now be caught dead in a hat at the beach … or anywhere else. (Or that she’d run away if I ordered summer outfits from the Land’s End catalog.)
Those cheeks! Those chubby toes! Sand! Surf!
Basil’s Cape Cod shirt that might still be in the closet 17 years later!
You’re smiling, too, aren’t you?