Abigail the Porpoise and other seaside matters

Today was a lovely day. I am running the risk of over-using the word lovely in this post, so I promise to be vigilent and ruthlessly prune the lovley's but just in case ... I apologise!

Jules of the blog Muffinmoon came over with her husband and son and met us at the beach. I discovered her through either Soulemama or Salt and Chocolate, I don't remember now. I sometimes read the comments and she wrote one that struck me as peculiarly English, so I clicked over to her blog and found that we live less that twenty miles apart. I commented on her blog, she commented on mine and we promised to meet up.

Today was our second meeting, the first with families in tow. Occasionally in life one is lucky enough to meet someone who is a good friend from the second you meet. Jules, for me, was one of those. Her husband is just lov...er great and her son is divine. He has cheeks that deserve to be kissed at every opportunity. Sadly, he is a big boy of five years old and no longer wants to be loved by near strangers. However, he and my nine year old boy got on like a house on fire. Johnny is very used to boys of his age as he has younger cousins and he and Frank played on the sand and the Greesward as if they had known each other for years.

Abi returned to her natural habitat and spent about three hours in the sea and Livi pootled between the boys and the beach hut, finding random children to play with where-ever she was! It was a lov... wonderful day and a happy last day to our holiday.