Another Day on the Beach
It's the morning after the day before. Yesterday we got up early, threw food, drinks, buckets and spades into bags, and headed towards the beach under blue skies. I lost count of the number of times I went in the sea with the children. I still have a streaming cold, which is quite miraculous given the amount of seawater I've ingested in the last 72 hours.
While sitting on the beach drying out yesterday I occupied myself watching the bizarre mixture of people making the beach their home for the day. It struck me how wide a disparity there often is between couples – tall men with short ladies, short men with tall ladies, and strangely often large ladieswith skinny men.
Another thing has amused me over the last few days – the number of men with hulking upper bodies, and tattos on their calves – which would look great if their legs matched their upper bodies, but they usually don't – they have stick thin legs, and it looks pretty funny.
Anyway – I'm not generally one to judge others (particularly when my eldest daughter acts as the greatest leveller – constantly reminding me that I'm a special kind of idiot).
I have no idea what we're going to do today. I think a quiet day may be in store.