Didn't We Have A Luverly Time

...the day we went to Shorncliffe.

It was a bit dodgy going out to the sea this afternoon because it had drizzled a little during the day - though not really enough even to wet the ground - and was a bit blowy.

And when we got out there (Eloise and I that is, Nicole was at work this afternoon) the wind was howling a bit.

We ran around on the beach for a bit, played twirls (the game Eloise really loves because she wants desperately to have outlandishly long arms) then walked up a kiind of abutment thingy which was only two feet wide but a hundred feet or so long and stretched out into the sea, presumably as some sort of surf break. I bottled it pretty soon... with the wind we were a little unsteady on our feet....

Then we walked up the pier and made really good progress until we came across a fisherman net fishing over the side of the pier. He caught a flatfish and plonked it in his bucket, and it flapped around in there slowly suffocating. Eloise was delighted and looked into the bucket, studied the fish, helped the guy with his net, watched his activities and generally enjoyed herself for a good half hour, following him as he walked up the pier with his pram (yes, pram) full of equipment trying out different spots and catching various little fishies, some of which ended up back in the water, others died a slow and no doubt painful death.

Oh well.