Hold on tight...

Amazing afternoon at the beach trying to fly one of our kites. Turns out you can't fly a 2.5m kite in knock-you-off-your-feet winds without, well, getting knocked off your feet! Even with me lying flat out on the body of the kite and H attempting to de-tangle the strings we still ended up in a tangled giggling mess. And the sorry - some (H) might say tragic - upshot of the whole business was one torn and beyond-hope-of-ever-flying-again kite. But you know what - that kite was money well spent for the two hours of pure fun and unadulterated happiness that it brought with it. And the hot chocolate with oodles of cream that followed was very welcome and the perfect end to the adventure...

Life is gorgeous...