Kings of the castle

Got a shock this morning, when I discovered that while I'd been having fun at last night's gig, Mo had been at the Sick Kids: George had tripped and cut his head open, and single-handedly she'd had to take all three of them up the hospital to get his wound glued together.

Today though, he was no worse for his ordeal. So there was nothing to keep us away from the sandcastle competition on East Beach. When Mo had told me about it, I'd thought, "what? At this time of year?" ... and then realised it was August. Not that there have been many clues to suggest it's still summer.

The boys built a fine "old skool" sandcastle - then, after Team Red failed to medal in the event, they trashed it. Well, it's traditional, isn't it.

Staying with the traditional theme, we had fish and chips for tea. Yum.