You focus on one thing – the fun they’re having singing “wind the bobbin up” and they’ve got to the really good bit, pointing to the ceiling.
Then Daddy feels a bit left out and starts dancing and jumping about behind me.
I’m wedged in the sand dune. I can’t swivel round. So I carry on watching them, watching him jump like a fool.
Then they both join in the jumping. Which is tricky sat down. Extra points for effort.
There’s lots to blog and little time, but I couldn’t leave for Durham without another taster from my recent beach session. I can now wind the bobbin up with the best of them.
