I chose the same location as the Puddlers used to dig a hole, not the nudist beach this time. We loaded up the bikes, and aren't we all glad that Jof's bike has a really big pannier on the front, enough to carry the bucket and associated equipment.
Then we played throw-the-ball in the sea but we always end up having a seaweed fight. Even Jof joined in but she Does Not Do Seaweed.
When we got home we were very salty and sandy so I battled with the condemned downstairs shower and watched a film until the JBs invited me round for a random BBQ. It was very army-based, they have a new den with camouflage netting and lots of guns, shame I forgot to take any of mine. We told off the adults for using rude words.
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