Fisherrow...

What a miserable grey day. Fife shrouded in the haar. The tide was out & there was a 'cleaning up the beach' extravaganza underway (ie. lots of seriously disgruntled kids had been co-opted into picking up rubbish off the sand). I saluted them & then had to scurry away with belligerent 4 year kid who had no intention of doing helping, on account of not having her wellies on & it being cold.

We came home & tried cleaning the house instead. I think cleaning the beach might have actually been easier...