It has been a long month already, long week, long days.
With a quiet Thursday and nothing but sunshine on the menu, this water looked perfect.
The children have become slightly stir crazy with the repetitive rain.
The tide is coming in, but we have an couple hours of sand left.
Thistles growing up amongst the rocks.
They must be salt hardy.
This fast growing hatchling is so much happier on the beach with water shoes.
This hatchling went off to find more shells for her collection.
While he made sand sculptures,
and this hatchling tested my nerves
trying to go out 'the deepest'.
Soft fluffy rainless clouds.
The hatchings no longer have any qualms about seaweed. Once upon a time they were terrified of stepping on it. Now, they pretend it is mermaid's hair.
Then home again for ice cream.
'Catch my cheeses,' he says.
The littlest hatchling is now big enough
that she runs about with the others.
How fast did that go?
She's still a little dolly.
She believes she is as big as big can be.
She takes for granted being surrounded by adoring fans.
Which is exactly how it should be.
Who needs horse power?
She has a five hatchling powered tractor.