So, onwards and upwards. Who’d like to hear about my holiday? Good.
Those of you with very good memories will remember that we went to Wales. The Pembrokeshire coast to be precise. And that I thought it was a fabulous week. A week by the seaside can’t really go wrong can it, unless it pours for seven days solid, but happily it didn’t, and so we were able to go on the beach every day. Which led to one particularly memorable incident.
I’m no photographer, but I do like to take photos. However, my photos tend to involve landscapes and empty beaches. This holiday B said perhaps it would be nice if I took photos with people in. This sounded good, but it turned out I couldn't really be trusted with that responsibility.
|At least I got the bag in the picture, that's something, right?|
I’m pretty sure B was there when I took the picture, but somehow she managed to evade the cold glare of the lens. It wasn’t long though before I managed to pin her down and take this, quite stunning, perfectly framed picture of the top of her head and the bottom of my face. I can feel the Turner prize winging its way to me as I write this.
|There is no truth to the rumour that I don't actually have eyes|
(The inclusion of this photo was entirely against B’s better judgement.)
Whilst my wife and I were struggling with complex ideas like aim, and point and click, N had taken one look and decided that we were really not the parents for her. She turned her back and strode purposefully across the expanse of sand, desperate to put as much distance between herself and her clowning parents as possible.
|Excuse me captain, are you going my way?|
I’m not convinced that she hadn’t decided just to dig her way out of there, note the spade she is gripping onto. Happily, it didn’t quite get that far and we were all united again eventually. This time I managed to get a photo of all of us.
|Mummy, we'll never make sandcastles if you keep filling the bucket with stones.|
Well, two out of three ain’t bad is it?