But we'll get through it anyway....

Tooli had a dream, of a mid-summer's evening, sitting on the beach til Sunset with a camp fire, watching the sun slowly disappear for the shortest of times before it rose again behind them.

Sadly, Mid-Summer's Even was a bit Wet, and Damp, And Cold. So it didn't happen, which is sad.

Long, late nights on the beach with your friends talking til dawn is something everyone should do at least once.

I have lots of lovely memories, of stumbling to the beach after a night on the town, and sitting on the sand with a group of friends, laughing until we all started to fall asleep, and stumbling home in the early morning.

One such night I came in at the back of 7, to find mum standing ironing.

"Jees", I said, "Is awful early to be up Ironing".

"I haven't been to bed" says Mum.

Oops.





This is Si, cycling along the beach while I shouted obscenties at him, while bringing the girls home from Zumba! Photo Courtesy of Toolibelle, whilst I drove at speed along the beach.