a weekend by the sea with my nearest and dearest-apologies in advance for the inevitable seaweed/shell shots...
|literally hundreds of cuttlefish shells strewn across the beach|
|proof at last of my eldest daughters existance and the fact that her legs do move when prised into wellies|
|Milo and Bertie|
|one might be forgiven for thinking it was the height of summer instead of a cold brisk February day and the rest of us were wrapped up in coats|