Archerfield

N is working in Romania this week, so we very gratefully have the company and assistance of Grandma. We ventured to the beach at North Berwick, the Bug and the Bear's first beach visit of the year. 

I'm not sure the Bear remembered having been to a beach previously. She regarded the sand with great suspicion, and tentatively wobbled across its warm but unstable surface. She winced at the cold water between her toes. She did however embrace the grit in her cheese sandwich.

Conversely, the Bug was in his element. Nothing greater than unexpectedly being in your pants at the seaside, on an unseasonably warm day.

Grandma also seemed to enjoy having a splash, collecting shells, and building sand castles.

My spirits were lifted.