A Weekend to Remember…

It’s been a long time coming, but it was well worth the wait.
We had glorious sunshine for the whole weekend and boy! did we make good use of it,
a camping weekend with all our kayaking friends and their families down at Rhoscoyln Beach.
A weekend of sun, sea and sand. A reminder of my childhood holidays when all was right with the world. Sand in your egg and crest sandwiches, ice lollies that melted and ran down your face and arms leaving a streak of orange stain that acted as some primitive form of sun block. The high-pitched scream of seagulls and over heated young children as the sun reached its zenith. The splashing waves and salty seawater that acted as a kind of nasal spray that would have a hundred children coughing like a smoker on forty a day.
The warm wrapping of the dry beach towel to conceal and soothed the goose bumps on a shivering overexcited child. Then with bucket and spade in hand, which contained a few precious pebbles along with a crab’s claw and some seaweed as souvenirs, we’d wander back along the beach to wash, to eat and to sleep the sleep of the dead. And when morning came, we’d do it all over again.
All praise to the great British summer.

Peidiwch A Tharfu...

When the weather breaks and the sun decides to shine, there’s no better way to unwind then to grab my tent, rucksack and walking boots and head off to my favoured location, which shall remain a secret. Once there I get the tent pitched, kick off my boots, brew some real coffee, dig out my favourite book and hang out my sign … and in case you can’t read it, it says, in both English and Welsh, ‘ DO NOT DISTURB.’ - Sorted!