Wharf Jumping

I picked up the girls today.  Happy and tired and muddy.  Bags full of wet soiled articles.  I had such a lovely welcome from them.

We had our friends from Scotland come and spend the afternoon and evening with us before their midnight flight.  The best way to give them a good send off was to throw them off the wharf at high tide.  The Husband is the one jumping here, with our friend almost directly under him.  

Our friends have two girls too, exactly the same ages as our girls.  Their youngest and our youngest could be interchangeable.  They look similar and have similar personalities.  

Fantastic day and evening.  Although I don't envy them flying back to the cold!!!