Freeze your tits off at the beach..

One of the hardest times living in England is in winter when it's three degrees here and thirty three in Melbourne, Australia and everyone seems to be off to the beach.
I rang my sister last week and she said it had been 44C that day and so hot that they had to go to the movies to try to get cool. On their return at 11pm there had been a tiger snake in the bedroom! Yikes maybe that's not worth the sunshine.
We had our own trip to the beach on Saturday with a whole gang of friends to celebrate the lovely Brondie's significant birthday. Even though it may look bleak at Holkham it was still an enormous amount of fun.
Being the eternal optimist I realised there are many good things about going to the beach in winter. No sunburn to worry about; you never get hot and sweaty when playing rounders; there aren't many people about and you can wear all your best clothes at once!

Welcome to wet and wild.

Richard and I both cracked up at this sign as you would have had to have a flamethrower to start any kind of spark in the damp.
The fashion icon that is Ricardo had worn his best British boots so the birthday girl had to give him a lift over any rivulets in her pink wellies.
We had a most hilarious game of rounders where nobody knew the rules and we ended up with five bases. Brondie and Russes dog Indiana Jones was the best team player, for as soon as anyone hit the ball (or missed it for that matter) he would pick it up and run as far away as possible. Needless to say everyone scored a home run so all ended up very happy.
After our enthustiastic sports fun there was lunch to be had in a yurt! Though it looked bleak from the outside
it was incredibly warm and comfy inside. The food was simple but delicious. That big round room rang with laughter and squealing children.
A great day had by all.
Thanks Brond & Russ. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx