What's the joke?

We came up to the Beach House yesterday evening, travelling before the "weather bomb" hit. A rather rushed trip as we had intended coming this morning, and were persuaded by the forecast to not want to be on the road this morning. Turns out to have been a good choice.

Nevertheless, the boys and I had an hour this morning when we had bright sunshine, and relatively low wind, during our walk instigated by Grandpa who found cooped up exuberant lads too much to cope with inside. Despite not being long after breakfast, they insisted on a snack bag. No prizes for guessing who had to carry it!

We started by going over the top of the hill in Highfield Reserve, then down to visit the donkeys. The boys happily gave up their apples, which were bit and broken into small pieces, after which the boys proceeded to feed the donkeys. I'm not sure who instigated this pause in the feeding and eating. The delight of all four is plain to see.

For those who recall an earlier blip of mine, where I commented on the bad state of the donkeys' hooves and their coats looking very matted, I am delighted to report that (whether or not it was a result of my call to the SPCA) the donkeys now look healthy and well cared for. Their hooves are in much better condition, with almost all the damage having grown out. The coats have been brushed, and their whole demeanour is better.

We then continued on our walk to the beach at Algies Bay, and around the rocks to "our" beach; the tide was well out. Rock pool analysis distracted them and the bag of snacks was sans apples intact after climbing the cliff path to get back home.