Crackers

Having vacated our cottage by 9.30 a.m. I wasn’t ready to leave the sea behind, so we headed to Brancaster for a wander along the beach. At least that was the plan. JJ decided it was too cold for him in the brisk northerly so he headed back to the car whilst I photographed the crazy windsurfers.

On the way home we called at our son’s home to see their new Poochon and I have to say it is so much smaller than I could ever imagine and is probably about the size of a large guinea pig but so much cuter and with loads of attitude. It’s coping very well with three excited (well two, the third’s a teenager who’s pretending not to be) children.