Easter typically marks our return to the family holiday home, as it opens for the season. The kids have been eagerly awaiting the start of the holiday season since Christmas, and so were really excited to learn that the time had finally come to make the first trip of the year.
The holiday home is close to the beach, and even though we warned the girls that swimming costumes and buckets and spades would be surplus to requirements, they were eager to get to the beach and onto the sand as quickly as possible, and once there, they had a fantastic time running along the beach and seeing the sea. We also went to the amusement arcades and they won a teddy each on the grab machines, which made their day.
During our beach visit, all was going well until
Hubby caught the before shot:
He didn't manage to catch the after, which included both girls laying in a pool of sea water fully clothed, covered in sand and screaming in discomfort and disbelief, in a scene which would have earned us quite a tidy profit on You've Been Framed.
Cue all of us hot footing it back to our base a couple of hundred yards away, hubby carrying youngest who was drenched head to foot and crying at the top of her lungs, and me carrying eldest, whose suede boots had expanded so much she couldn't walk in them and who was making noises of an equally high decibel to youngest.
Luckily, a hot shower, and easter eggs helped the girls to recover, but I think Mummy's fun beach game has been consigned to the scrap heap for the moment.
Don't you just love the holidays!!