Showing posts with label surfing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surfing. Show all posts

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The beach and the bruise.

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Well hello! If you hadn't guessed by my lack of tweets and comments we have been away.
Tripping the light fantastic down by the beach.

It was fantastic timing. 
Home was unbearably hot and dry.
The beach was perfect beachy weather.


I spent some time, hanging out with my favourite people.



There was some surfing involved.
The kids and Mr M took lessons.
I attempted a try or two on hired boards.
Oh blimey!
It hurt.
I have a massive bruise,
rather spoilt the look of my new groovy shorts!

Next year I am going to suck it up and have a lesson!



We camped with a big group of friends.

On of the best bits about camping, is people watching.
We had the whole area around us pegged.
We had the Yummy Mummy group, perfect hair, perfectly dressed kids, buff looking Dads. We had the daggy travelling campers, single dad on an access with two kids and independent mum with little ones and grey nomads in various states depending on whether the sun was over the yard arm or not.

From under the protective canopy of shade we watched them all come and go. 
We saw the experienced ones who set up and get organised quickly,
the fuss pots who took ages and the thoroughly disorganised ones who took forever to get their act together.

I am sure they thought we were the loud daggy ones.



And they probably wondered how that poor lady got that terrible bruise on her leg!