It was July.
It was windy.
It was showery.
It was very cold.
It was our weekend at the beach!
Union Jack wasn't invigorated by the fresh air at all.
Hatchling No.1 could have taken or left it.
Hatchling No.2 couldn't have thought of anything worse than trying out his legs on an open, sandy beach.
And walking out to see the fishermen at the end of the pier? Peering into their buckets to see what they've caught?
Nope, we couldn't see what all the fuss was about really...
I can't wait until the next time we spend a weekend at the beach!
Jen x
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