The fateful day of poor packing choices

Monday. Magic Seaweed reported flatness everywhere, so just went to Freshwater West as it was the closest beach. Hauled Nan in the wheelchair onto the beach, set up camp then abandoned her while we went for a walk.

So.. what's more gross.. the Jellyfish or my feet (already got told in no uncertain terms by my tarsel averse acquaintance)..

They look quite cool close up. But feel all slimy, much more solid than you'd think.

We reckoned they were dustbin lid sized.. but the lady sat nearest us on the beach clearly had a different frame of reference set.. she thought they were the size of a sombrero..

Graffiti made to last..

We found a cave.. with a stick man lurking at the back..

And several stuck bouys..

Picnic lunch on the beach and then reading (Stormbreaker) and sleeping while keeping head in the shade of my 50p Quorn special beach shelter. Turns out I should have kept more bits in the shade, rather than putting shorts on and removing the t shirt. None of us looked at all red while we were there, and no-one responded to the suggestion to go back for suncream. Pops spent the whole rest of the week blaming Ma for what happened as she didn't pack the suncream. But then neither did me or Chalkie. I packed a coat and an extra hoodie, looked at the suncream and thought nah, won't need that.. after how chilly and windy Manorbier had been the day before. However, we all started to go a bit pink over the evening meal. Swanlake Pub in Jameston I think.. was a lovely meal and was great fun playing with the kids and their toy cars... ok, trying to steal their toy cars. And being very very brave.. and asking for the England match to be put on in a Welsh pub. Home for the second half.. with popcorn and beer and a sedate level of shouting.