After August bank holiday we took the week off work to do, well to do nothing really. We spent some time in London and Surrey seeing friends then when we returned to Kent the sun came out so we decided to go to the beach.
First we got the train to Broadstairs.
I bought Wilfie a bucket and spade, which he used to eat sand.
And that was lots of fun. We spend the day on the beach then had fish and chips.
A couple of days later we thought we’d try a different beach, so this time we went to Camber Sands, near Rye. Here’s Wilfie enjoying the expanse of the sands and rubbing his belly.
Here he is chasing me around.
Later in the week we put Wilfie in the back pack and took him round Scotney Castle. They had National Trust volunteers in every room, but Wilfie helpfully pointed out all the main features, using his two-word vocabulary: “Door!” and “Upstairs”.
Then Holly and Ross, recently engaged (on a Harley in southern Spain, very cool), came down and we had a massive weekend knees-up. Here are the happy couple with May, Sam, Wilfie and mother Rita.
What a week! Why bother going to the Med?
