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Beach adventuring.
Carry your shoes and make sure you send the dog first. Sandy food and showers of wet, shaking dog. Toes dipped in washes of cold sea.
A pocketfull of shells,…
sand, stones and seaweed…smuggled home from the beach. I was wondering why Gruff was being so quiet on the beach today.
Jellyfish.
We discovered lots of jellyfish washed up on Three Cliff’s Beach today.
Bonnie thought they were things to be played with and the girls thought they were great.
Gruff is still coming round to the idea of holding one.
Golden.
How can you persuade a dripping, golden yeti off your picnic blanket?
You can’t, he is in love with your dog and no amount of sandy food will come between them.
Towel anyone?
The beach is in my lunchbag.
Evie’s had a school trip to the beach. I just hope she’s left enough of it behind for others to enjoy.
The sandstorm.
A bracing January walk on the beach complete with sandstorm and stropping three year old.
Well that really cheered everyone up.
Stinky.
I believe stinky is the best word to sum up our beach walk (minus children) this afternoon.
If there is even a small morsel of something rotten on the beach, Bonnie will find it.
And then she will eat it.
And then I will have fish burps all the way home in the car.
Nice.
Rebellion.
I’ve had a day of defiance.
From a nine year old who was getting Pokemon withdrawal symptoms because her television had been turned off…(yes, apparently it’s her television), to a dog who decided lattes were more preferable than returning back to her screeching owner.
Is Monday over yet?
When things go quiet…
That’s normally the time not to be thinking that they’re playing nicely but that there’s mischief in the making…
Postcards from the beach.
Lots of walking to get to this beach.
The dog had other ideas as to where she was going to go. (and that normally involved going in the opposite direction).
The convoy ambled on, crossing rivers with ease…
The wildlife was challenging at times.
Can’t beat a smugglers cave!
A Family Picnic.
Well it is Bank Holiday Weekend and it’s not right unless you’ve been down the beach (even if it is bloody freezing).
Lots of stones needed to anchor the picnic rug down from the wind and our ball obssessed dog.
Sand.
Nothing beats a jam sandwich encrusted with sand.
In fact everything is covered in sand including the car which now looks like a sand pit…
It may be only 10 Celsius but if the sun is shining then off to the beach we go.
Sandcastle Slayer.
Well, apart from eat sand, what else does an eighteen month old boy do on the beach?
Three Cliffs Bay.
This beach visit is a must. Another castle up on the hill and a valley that meanders down to the most spectacular bay. Sandy picnic and rock pooling is a must.
Bank Holiday Mayhem
A sea of wind-breakers, sandwiches and swimming costumes stuffed in Aldi bags, wasps and ice-cream, it’s the great August Bank Holiday!!
Things you will hear on the great August Bank Holiday on the beach:
1. Cheese and Pickle?
2. There’s a wasp on me THERE’S A WASP ON ME ,AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
3. Ice-cream and tea in the same sentence.
4. I don’t care if there’s sand in it, eat it!
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