"There's a croc in the water!"

Every holiday needs a running gag. One of this year's is Andy yelling that he's being chased by deadly man-eating footwear.

And yes, I am aware that the holes on Crocs are meant to be where your dignity leaks out.

After splashing about in the morning, we headed out to explore the town. We found, in no particular order: two railway stations, an excellent meal, a handy supermarket, holiday hats and a floaty ring for the pool.

The meal we found at the unpromisingly-named Domestic restaurant.

On the way home, the skies opened and we got completely drenched - so of course some of us jumped in the pool when we got back. Surprisingly warm and a lot of fun.