The last week has been glorious… and hot hot hot….

7am: breakfast. Mark waits for his poached egg.

“It’s going to be another hot day, shall we go to the beach ?”

Sssh, we have been skiving 1

Damgan beach, today

I splutter: “On a Wednesday… the children have got lots of homework, and I wanted to re-varnish the bathroom floor”.

I’m not good with spontaneity. In fact, I just DON’T DO spur of the moment stuff !! My weeks are all planned meticulously.

“We just CAN’T go to the beach”.

“‘Why not?” Mark replies, “there isn’t any school and the bathroom floor can wait”.

Then the children plead, and the dog starts to go mental as she realises that this is no ordinary Wednesday morning.

By 10am the homework has been somewhat raced through, and we are on the way to the beach.

We have had a fantastic day… the sea was so warm… almost hot.

We searched for crabs in the rock pools, saw eels in the water, had Mussels for lunch, swam in the sea,  ate ice creams mid afternoon… who could ask for more on the last Wednesday in September?

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