The Grand-daughters are busily organising my chaotic digital life.
Katie has sorted out the air conditioning in my car so that we can now travel in comfort. Before
her attentions, she explains, I was blowing out hot air. No change there, then. She has also reorganised my new mobile phone so that I only have the apps I will want to use most on my home screen and has demonstrated a few basics that I was either (i) doing
wrong, (ii) doing inefficiently, or (iii) not doing at all. This is what grandchildren are for, is it not? They say that even six year olds are better at handling phones and tablets than their parents and grandparents. While happy to entrust my precious new
phone to the older grandkids, I think perhaps I will wait till Faris is a bit bigger. As he would doubtless say: "Probably best to leave it till I am older, maybe eighteen months or so....
It was the
most perfect of beach days and, lucky us, there we were heading to Littlehampton beach. The girls and I had decided to set ourselves the challenge of travelling light to the beach. We remembered seeing a couple who each carried a single small towel in
which they had wrapped all the essentials. They arrived on the sand, spread out their towels, took out their sun cream and books and, hey presto, that was them sorted for the day. We decided that they were our Role Models though we couldn't quite manage such
minimalist perfection and still carry a bit of essential castle building apparatus down to the beach with us.
We bought our picnic in Tescos, on the basis that we would not need to carry picnic bags
and flasks but could eat and dispose of whatever we bought. We congratulated ourselves on opting for the healthy option - bowls of delicious pick your own salad - though our Healthy Eating Approach was slightly dented by our choice of a Krispy Kreme doughnut
each. My stomach was happy, anyway, and (as you know) its happiness is one of my prime concerns.
After our picnic lunch we launched into Serious Sandcastling and I showed the girls how to make a sculptured
sandcastle. Eleanor reckoned it was the very best sandcastle she had ever made. What it lacked in size it made up for in originality of design (I said, a trifle presumptiously). I likened it to the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona - but when we looked back on
it, as we left the beach, well it was exactly like the famous Disneyland castle in miniature. Very miniature.
We took to the crazy golf course determined to beat the Little Welsh Boys' score of 70
each for the nine holes. Amazingly, when we came to add up our scores we had managed to tot up exactly 45 shots each. The attendant viewed us doubtfully when we reported in. I think she believed we were making it up but, honestly, we weren't. It must be something
about our family, we decided, though we didn't know exactly what it said about us.
We walked along the prom to find the family slats on the Longest Bench and worked out how we could fit The Tweenies'
names on when they are born. And though some might say we were a bit old, we took the boat train back - just because we could. On the way we saw the Very Best Wavers ever. It was worth all our waving, just for them. OK, so it was mainly me waving but that's
beside the point.
After a Chish and Fips (think about it!) supper on the beach, we played Yahtzee and watched Saving Mr Banks. We have now stopped singing Everything is Awesome and have started carolling
Let's Go Fly a Kite. Tomorrow will be another day, another song, another chance to revisit old traditions and create some new ones. Watch this space!
Post script from Katie: It was definitely the best
day to go beaching! Littlehampton was buzzing with people, dogs and of course seagulls! After laying out our blanket and eating our lunch it was sandcastle building time! Using a new technique that Nanna showed us, we transformed our sandy lump into a turreted
castle fit for a princess! Using small pebbles to resemble the moat we then stood back and admired our masterpiece against the horizon in the background- it made it look even more magical! Of course we then had to take a ride on the boat train- it is tradition
Tomorrow is our last day with Nanna and Grandad and we are off to see Auntie Hilary and Faris. No doubt we will be back next year to keep up old traditions and for more exciting adventures!</span></p>