My weekend on the beach

It was a very bright spring (perhaps you mean "springlike"? A day which has the character of a Spring day without actually being one) Saturday. There weren’t any clouds upon in the sky during all the day. We had left our house very late so we arrived in at the beach near to ("around" is better than "near to") the lunch time, then we decided to have our meal eat in a restaurant. I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on a beach chair (you might mean "deck chair") watching the waves coming upon the soft sand (not exactly wrong, but not idiomatic either... try "waves crashing on to the soft sand" if the waves are big or "waves lapping gently against the soft sand" if they're small). I also read some stories of Sherlock Holmes, the British detective. Meanwhile, the sun was falling and falling setting to the west and I noticed it was almost behind the mountains. That is how my first day was gone. That's how I spent my first day.

My second day was very short. I woke up late in the morning, so I could only have only had time for a little walk on the beach and feel  in the salty ocean breeze. We ate and cleaned up everything so we and left the house in the middle of the afternoon.

To get some Having time to do nothing but read and talk and laugh with my family in over such a pleasant and shiny weekend is priceless. Repeating such old habits and traditions unleashes in us very nostalgic feelings and good emotions as well. I hope to repeat this experience again and again for many more years to come.

This is more a rewrite than a correction. You can be more economical with your words, I think. I hope it helps.

My weekend on the beach

I've been going to the beach two hours away from where we live every spring and summer since I was a little girl, mostly with my Dad, but sometimes my mom. Last December I went for a whole weekend with both my parents.

The first day was a bright, cloudless, springlike Saturday. We left home late, and arrived around lunchtime, so decided we should eat in a restaurant. I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in a deck chair watching the waves crash on to the soft sand, and reading stories about Sherlock Holmes, the British detective. As night drew in, I watched the Sun set behind the mountains to the west. This is how I spent my first day.

Having time to do nothing but read, talk and laugh with my family is priceless. I love the nostalgic feeling these old habits and traditions evoke in us. I hope we'll repeat this experience for many years to come.