Beach

After a fairly eventful morning which involved everyone moving the tents up the hill, after being to told there was a high chance of the river bursting its banks and cut us off, we headed to the beach, the playpark and the crazy golf.
Fish suppers in the tent while the rain battered away on the outside.

The rain cleared for an evening round the camp fire, which Anna and Rosie loved, (Beth was tucked up and sleeping in the tent). Me, I just got a wee bit pished.