A certain sign that I've been in the sun: freckles appear on my knees. And driving back from the beach today (three generations of Siddall women in the back of the Fiat Doplo Kevin has rented for a few days), my skin had that lovely, tight, sun-scorched feeling. We had a fabulous beach day: beautiful weather, sandcastles and games, sunbathing, reading books, ice cream, swimming in the glorious clear sea, and LOTS of playing on the slide. We managed to set up camp in close proximity to sun, shade, the play park, the sea, and our lunch restaurant (Mexican/Asian, much nicer than it sounds), and between 10am and 4pm we bounced between these. Kevin and I even played bat and ball (for the first time ever) - it was a proper beach day.
Then back to camp and the big event: Ken Waters and his six string guitar in the campsite restaurant (preceded by champagne in the motorhome, courtesy of the grandparents). Pizza, chocolate cake, and then we all danced - Kevin and I; mum and dad; me and mum, Jemima with everyone - a great evening. And a great end to a lovely day. Thank you grandparents.
A little walk:
Beach fun:
After she'd changed her mind:
Kevin had a little drive:
Campsite fun (with Jemima in her pre-Halloween outfit):
Glad you are having a bit of a break with the grandparents to help! Reading this is bringing back lots of memories of childhood holidays in Javea!!
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