Well I'll be blowed

Z sensibly stayed at the cottage to watch the Grand Prix whilst D, L, Flo and I walked to the sea to watch the stormy weather rolling in. And roll in it did. The sea boiled below the cliffs as we gingerly made our way along the cliff path and the wind roared in our ears. Several times I was almost pitched into the barbed wire fence alongside us, and the rain driven in horizontally from the sea whipped against our faces stinging like broken glass. Just after I took this photo, L’s laughs turned to cries as the gusts became ever more fierce and for a short stretch we had to crawl along the clifftop to get to the path heading inland. L soon cheered up when we shared out the Randoms and headed back to the cottage for a well deserved Full English.

Alas we didn’t get back in time to see Vettel’s triumphant win, but it was worth it. You can’t choose what your kids will remember of their childhood, but I think it’s likely that L will remember this morning’s adventure for a while to come.