The last day of this years holiday, there was a family split and the others cleared off for a day on the beach. What a scorcher! Someone, who should have known better, returned with blotchy red bits on her legs as she forgot to include them in her suncream routine. Self inflicted, so no sympathy from this former nurse; Numpty!
Apparently it was an extremely large dog-friendly beach and the LWD would have loved it. I however, in my Grumpy Old Woman persona, had refused to take her; I wasn’t prepared for her to, as she would’ve constantly, rub her ears in the sand after all the expense (£231) and hard work (cleaning and instilling drops twice daily) that has gone into getting the left one almost healed. As we hadn’t mentioned the B word in front of her she didn’t know what she was missing and therefore enjoyed our amble (too hot and humid to walk energetically) around the village a mile away from site.
General consensus amongst the adults was that High Yedmandale Farm, Yorkshire should be awarded site of the holiday as it was the more tranquil and had those fantastic views.
🙂 🙂 🙂