DD took one look at this shower and said, “I’m not getting in there. I want my own bath, in my own house. I want to go home!” It was clean. But after a couple of days ants appeared. And we had to spray. I think this must be a beach thing. I have yet [...]
This is the walk back from the beach. It was a lot rougher with wet legs and being quite warm and usually hungry. Also, DD was usually tired and complained a lot about how hard it was to walk in the sand.
Walking to the beach was somewhat motivating, because on the other side of all the scrub was white sand and water. In my usual ridiculous fashion, I was immediately attacked by a thorny bush and DD by a no see ‘em.
