St Andrews

The Bear: "The ocean wants to see me right now... Ocean, don't worry, I'm coming."

Father's Day waffles. Car problems. Limp home. Laptop. Limp again. A turkey. A convoluted journey to Fife. Retail park picnic. Closed toilets. Protracted putting. Warm fruit. Super soft sand. Frisbee with nephew. Making a crater with Bug and Bear. Burying with niece. Sand in ears. Thirsty. Bench shuffling. No we don't have your reservation. Seat shuffling. Wobbly, glossy table. Napkin wedge on the side. Still thirsty. Water. Warm fruit starter for the smallest, hungriest one. Fish 'n' chips. The sea is calling her again. She needs to be right beside the water. Sorry, no. Completely unnecessary but nonetheless tasty pudding, caused by copying. Asleep at Kirkcaldy. Car to PJ kerfuffle, not without tears, and sandy beds. Dishes tomorrow. Sand in toes.