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.
First paddle of the year.
An October picnic…
Hit the beach!
A pocketfull of shells,…
The beach is in my lunchbag.
Let’s go fly…
Last one into the water is a sissy…
A baltic picnic.
A bracing January walk on the beach complete with sandstorm and stropping three year old.
Well that really cheered everyone up.
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.
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?
What lurks in the deep, dark cave?
Or maybe, Pirates?
When things go quiet…
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.
In the making.
Three Cliffs Bay.
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!