Waiting for the tide to come

Finnzy-Bob was particularly hilarious in his massive life jacket.
We did venture up shit creek, but we had paddles.

There was no time wasted and the kids switched from the car to the boat in less than 15 minutes.

It was our annual pilgrimage to Donegal to see Michelle and Alain.
I've known them all my life. Literally. And so have the kids.
I hear myself saying things that I heard my parents say word for word 35 years ago: "Ok, kids, enough chasing and piggy back races for now, Alain et Michelle are tired now" or "stop, or Alain will stick you in a barrel."