Yesterday was glorious, gorgeous and sunny and hot and fabulous. We decided to hit the beach and have a picnic.
Have you ever noticed how the mere thought of eating outdoors makes the meal get bigger by the minute. When a normal sandwich and maybe a piece of fruit would be the perfect repast within the confines of the house, just contemplating the great outdoors means that there has to be lots more food involved.
I’m quite sure that deep down we are convinced we will starve the minute we leave the house.
This was just a small picnic, but still it had to include fizzy drinks, tuna and salad filled wraps, yogurts, nectarines, crisps, hard boiled eggs (what picnic would be complete without them) and of course the chocolate cake that was stuffed in at the last minute.
Idgy is a digger on the beach. Actually it is a bit like travelling with an extra large meerkat. See sand will dig. First the feet have to be buried, then work up the legs etc.
She gets bored by this point and moves on to…..
Full meerkat digging. Maybe she is burying her head in the sand. Maybe she has discovered her own Alice In Wonderland dig-your-own-rabbit-hole scenario, who knows, but she is a happy digger and I leave her to it.
I read a book, take photos and admire the seagulls.
The beach was really quiet when we arrived. More people arrive. Dog walkers, parents and children, riders and horses. Oh and the teenagers.
Yes I am well aware that my meerkat impersonator is in fact by definition a teenager, but thankfully not one of this variety.
They come en mass, they sit in groups and they whip out the Buckfast, vodka and vimpto and other alcoholic delights. The noise level rises considerably.
Meerkat and aged person (me) move up into the sand dunes to escape once the groups start to merge and take over our patch of sand. Why is it when there is literally miles and miles of beach to sit on they all want to congregate right where we are.
In the scrabble to get up, pack and clamber into the dunes my camera falls in the sand. Now I’ve hawked cameras round beaches all over the place and I have never ever had a problem. Oh dear this was not my day. Sand in the camera and complete break down, lens jammed, power going batty and then the bloody thing packs in completely.
Brought it home and tried to clean it and sort it out. Might as well have buried it on the beach like Dobbie and said goodbye.
An expensive picnic all in all……