Boys are still getting up early. Well, to be precise, Charley is getting up early and waking up everyone else. I've tried telling him to go back to bed, but he just laughs at me and strolls downstairs to have some quality train time. He has played with them non-stop since we've been back, and obviously missed them desperately.
When Uncle Phil was here last night I said "Charley, tell Phil what you did on vacation". He then proceeded to tell him the plot-line from a Thomas episode he'd seen on t.v. yesterday. I think he needs an intervention. Reverend W. Awdry is such an enabler.
Not much happening here. We're off on another trip come Monday... I know! Craziness. I'm flying with the boys to New Brunswick see Granny and Poppa's new digs. Coast? Cliffs? Beach? Friendly folk? Yep. It'll be like Wales, part 2. (But no Penguins or Yorkshire pudding, alas.)
Here is the next batch of photos for you to peruse.
Newgale Beach Day:
Newgale Beach is a huge, beautiful beach just a few miles from where we were staying. It's about 2 miles long and has hard-packed sand that makes it great for cricket, or just pushing a stroller along.
Our day there was sunny and warm. Lucky, lucky, lucky.
I love this shot because of Owain in the background. Hmmm, is it called a pitch? A bowl? A cricket-throw-of-some-fashion? You know what I mean...
'Lil man wants to join in the fun.
Again with the action in the back. Dodo is about to smack that ball.
Sam, before his nudi-fication.
Cerys and her sandy-toes.
Steven, word to the wise. Always ask whether your wife's lip balm has glimmer in it before applying to face.
Phew. Another day done. Next up? Our Tenby day.
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