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  • Slam. Slam. Slam. Mum can I have this. Dad can you put the tv on. I'm wearing my shorts. Can we use duck fat for the roasties. No I don't want chicken for dinner. Do we have to. We are going to visit them. I'll cook.


    My senses had been bashed against the rocks. A family-in-law holiday with three generations and 12+ people. I had a mild buzzing noise in my head like I'd just seen AC/DC live! We'd visited every tea shop known to man on the south wales peninsula. It rained mostly and being trapped in a hot car for hours on end was close to water torture.

    And then I heard the wonderful calm voice say "Sandra and I are just going for a drive, we'll be back for dinner".

    We escaped into the late afternoon and drove to this wonderful sand duned beach. The sun came out to play with us and we decided to try and balance some stones as high as we could.

    SIGH......... balance restored we drove back into the fray!
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