Tis a Chill Wind

Tis a Chill Wind that blows from the South, in this case.

We thought, after an attempt to go to an exhibition that ended a month ago, mercifully aborted before we even left home, and after some playing at picnics in the garden, to have a bash at the beach.

What was a lovely warm day inland chez nous turned into a somewhat chill one at the beach with a brisk wind blowing across the bay.

And what with the Little Un dressed only in her Sunday Vest, the females retired to the sheltered playground whilst I walked the dogs across the windswept sand flats.

A brisk walk - to complement the brisk wind - and I met up with them at said playground where some good-natured frolicking was done prior to the arrival of a Greensleeves-tinkling ice cream van, from which we availed ourselves the local equivalent of chocolate Mr Whippy, which, whilst tasty, left us even colder and soon on our way home.