Back to the Beach

Well after all our shenanigans over the past week or so we hadn't been to Nudgee Beach for ages.

The weather was overcast and a bit windy. I was expecting it to be howling down at the beach, and indeed it was.

We took a bucket and spade, not that the sand there is any good for castles, and consequently it took us nearly half an hour to get more than forty feet from the car, but once we got going we went great guns, running and twirling our way across the sand and tidal pools.

Eventually the sun sizzled off the low cloud and poked through, and things warmed up nicely. The wind was still blistering across the sand though, blowing little zephyrs across the surface which nibbled away at my legs. By this point Eloise was quite tired and plaguing me with demands to be cuddled and carried. Though she might really have been after Indian food, I suppose.

She slept like a log when we got back and didn't wake up until four o'clock whereupon we indulged in some pre-supper painting. She had to be washed from head to foot as she was green by the time she had finished.