I’m off to the sea… in the rain probably as is the glorious British tradition: but as a good friend often tells me ‘there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.’ Of course that makes packing a real headache, wellies and flip flops.
I took this photo at the same location we are going to this year too, it was a rather drunkered scramble down the cliff path on our first day last year, there was a band playing on the beach. Too much wine had been consumed by that point of the evening for the adults to be responsible and every photo I took was at this angle… it seemed a good idea at the time.
Good company, good food, good coffee, good wine, – a mere scramble to the sea shore, the smell of the salt, the smell of wet suits (I L💖VE that smell) sandy feet, ice cream, chips and vinegar, breakfast bbq’s on the beach and no calorie counting for two weeks. Bliss.
Now, I’m an addict of the worst type to my internets and although the signal will be patchy I expect I’ll be knocking around WordPress (there’s a few posts scheduled) tumblr and Twitter off and on but I might take a while to respond to any witty and charming comments that are left for me, (I do love your comments so much) so please bear with me.
Otherwise, enjoy the rest of your August and I’ll see you at the arse end of it. :)*