Jump for Joy!

A sunny day. On the beach. In Scotland. While actually on holiday. That *never* happens. Which is why we are fully clothed and have no beach clothes or toys. Didn't stop The Boy getting stripped to his underwear and getting stuck in amongst the waves at Nairn beach.

First time I've been here and I've decided it's the best British beach I've been to - even beating the West Sands at St Andrews. We got bacon butties at the beach-side cafe; The Boy played in the wee park for ages then we headed to the sand. Excellent sand, plenty of it wet enough for building great sand castles; beautiful water that was very blue, clear and quite warm and the weather was superb. If the weather holds tomorrow I might go back. But then if I plan for it, it'll rain, won't it?!