English Summer

It's sunny.

It has been sunny for a while.

The beach was full.

People were in high spirits.

All was good.

Lyme Regis has not yet slid into the sea.

True, there was a large, barrel bellied man, waddling down the front in a pair of over tight red shorts.

Yes, we did discuss the merits of making that a criminal offence!

We said goodbye to Mum and Dad and sat on the beach at Beer.

I say sat. I may have been asleep.

There was a swim. I promise.

Off camping tomorrow.