No going back

because the reverse gear is hard to find... 
It takes a good few years before the beach manages to swallow a whole car. It's always the shaggin plastic bits that last the longest... 

Early wake up call to go and help Uncle Martin prepare some burgers, then a nice walk on Nana's beach (yes, it's hers. And Jojo's) 

Then a gourmet lunch (wild Atlantic smoke salmon, venison burgers - from the previous bunch -the morning ones would have been too fresh - and homemade dessert: chocolate profiteroles) 

Then I totally ignored the do-not-swim-within-120-minutes-of-eating death threats-warning of my youth and headed straight into the Atlantic for a most invigorating postprandial dips. In one of my favourite spots. I did keep an eye out for orcas' dorsal fins...