This was to be a flying visit, so it was 10.45 am on Saturday morning when they all arrived. Following an egg and bacon muffin, and a well deserved cuppa, we headed on down to the beach at Portreath.
He could not wait to get into the water, and went trotting off down the beach with us all racing after him to catch up.... so much for being afraid of the water! Not my godson, Oh no! He is an extreme fun wanting babe, and kept going deeper and deeper, loving the waves slapping him in the face and stomach!
We had a lovely time on the beach, but eventually had to head back home.
We had decided on a BBQ for tonight, so it would give, me a chance to get the salads, quiche and potatoes ready....
Yum! Hungry already!