1 Aug 2017
31 Jul 2017
Can't go far wrong with Milnerton beach on a warm winter's late afternoon. The nippers were in swimming costumes and loving it.
The beach has changed shape again. Lots of stones, which is unusual. Enough to make that wonderful sound as the waves roll them over. And a steeper drop off than I was comfortable with when I wasn't planning on swimming with the small fry. We had to walk quite far along to find a slower shelving bit.
Quite a lot of rubbish on the beach but nothing really yucky, that you could see anyway...
1 Jul 2017
1 Jun 2017
24 May 2017
As all those with small children know, the ability to burst your bubble is in-built, not acquired. Given this, perhaps we shouldn't have been surprised when my son declared that his father had a none-pack, not a six-pack. This clanger was shortly followed by a chorus of "squishy, squishy, squishy" as my son poked various parts of my anatomy.
Good to know how one is viewed.
On a similarly silly note, this blog is a year old...