This is What Happens....

This is what happens when folk come and stay with us for a holiday.

They're sent to work!

A dear friend from the USA was with us for a week, so we took her to the peats.

Here they are being lifted.

They're put into little 'wigwams' with a 'bonnet' on top! This lets the air to the part of the peat that was lying on the ground, and lets the air circulate.

They will not take long drying now.

We did allow her some socialising too.

Only a little.

She is here with another two Americans living in our village.

(They're everywhere these Americans. And you have to watch them: once they come, well ... they just don't want to go!)

We also took her to the beach....

....and allowed her some fun time with our kids.

In fact, we sat and had the BBQ, and she played with the kids.

We're thoughtful like that.

I have to tell you all, it was cold. 

I don't mean that it was a nice summer evening with a gentle but cool breeze wafting in from the sea.

I mean It Was Cold.

In the 50s F; 30mph winds off the Atlantic.

We nearly froze.

We ran on the spot to try and keep warm

It didn't work.

Of course, when you take kids to a beach, the temperature changes nothing.

They climb....

Who are these kids on the rocks?

That's dangerous.

Their parents are clearly hugely irresponsible. Clearly.

Mmmm

They play....

They.....WHAT!

My baby and my niece. Boy, they are hardy. 

I could hardly take the photo for shivering, and I had my jumper, cardigan AND jacket on.

No kidding.

And they see how far they can go into the sea without going blue with the cold...

And some decide to be REALLY brave. Or mad.

Aaarghhhh! He did it! 

I don't know who this is, but he did.

Oh, I do know. He's my son.

He gets his bravery from me.

Obviously.