Variants of bliss

After yesterday's essentially horticultural pleasures, an afternoon of marine delight as the girls take to the beach with the wonderfully lethal, old-fashioned metal spades supplied by their grandparents. On a benignly warm afternoon they soon settled down to collecting treasures, building castles, digging moats and issuing orders.

Now there is sand in the car, in the house, in the bath - but having downed a remarkable number of sausages the girls are flat out.

So, it should be said, is their grandmother...