Photos from a walk by the sea the other day. The weather's been so glorious, it honestly felt like summer. We made a little fire from dry driftwood. It was a perfect late summer moment. I felt a damp chill in the air this evening though. Here comes autumn.
I had a conversation with the biggest boy this morning about how much I hate food fights. He asked me if I was including the big tomato thing in Italy. I said I was. He asked me if I was also including gravy wrestling. Say what now??? Is that even a thing? I daren't enquire further.
That's all I have today. Unless you want a joke from the Beano Annual that the littlest boy had to explain to me. What do you call a ham that you really miss? A porcupine. (Pork-you-pine). Sigh.