It was a beautiful weekend here on the unbelievably sunny Isle (although it’s cooled right down again today more’s the pity) and the small people came for the whole day on Sunday to keep Nanny company whilst Pops was off golfing
just for a change.
We are very lucky that our nearest neighbour has a private beach (and she too had been abandoned by a flying not golfing husband) and so we piled five children, one dog and a puppy onboard their golf buggy and wobbled our way down to the beach.
The head you can see in the distance is that of the neighbour who is far less of a wuss than I am and actually goes in further than her knees to the amazement of the Small Boy as you can see!
The water was bloody freezing but kids feel no pain until they come out and then there were plenty of blue lips and chattering teeth.
It was such a lovely afternoon and we repaired back down the drive happy and having had the most perfect of English Sundays.
We spent no money, there were no ‘amusements’ bar a couple of spades and lots of shells and the kids fought off the dogs to maintain control of their sandwiches
A great day
The sort of day that memories are made of.