Wet Socks

After a tempestuous night by the sea with torrential rain, thunder and lightening, Wednesday morning dawned bright and soon turned into the sort of day that you don't often get at the end of October. We rose late after a night of quizzing, even the kids stayed in bed until 10am, but we were soon lured out by the promise of a bracing walk along Sandsend beach. The waves were spectacular and since Dave and I didn't have wellies on we left the kids paddling whilst we wandered further along the beach with Chum. A feeling of peace and contentment descended which was only spoilt when we turned around to spot the boy clowning around and obviously getting wet. Upon closer inspection we discovered he was soaked, somewhat annoyed I remarked that we were supposed to be walking around Whitby next, he professed total nonchalance about being uncomfortable and said he would be ok. Every step he took I could hear the water swishing back and forth in his wellies! I had hoped that the days of taking a spare set of clothing with us where ever we went were long gone, but I now realise that logic simply doesn't apply to George, we bought him a new, dry pair of tracksuit pants and socks as soon as we got into Whitby and carried on with our day!

"God created boys, full of spirit and fun, to explore and conquer, to romp and run"

Anon