Summer at Bodnant Garden.

Mum, Dad and The Boy went back to Bodnant Garden to enjoy the summer colours.

 A Comma!

Sunset at Kinmel Bay

The Family spent part of the evening at the beach in Kinmel Bay.

 Dad and The Boy looking out for interesting rocks.

 The Boy's interesting rock. 

The rock search continues.

 Dad watching the sun setting on the horizon.

 The sun glittering on the lapping waves.

 Mum watching the sunset.

 The Boy, smashing up rocks to find fossils.

 Mum and Dad, happy to be together in this moment.

 Bye bye sunshine!

Day 10: Barsbury Castle

Mum, Dad, The Boy and Grandad went to Barsbury Castle.  Mum thought it was a strange name for a place with no castle!  It turned out to be a hill with lots of butterflies on it!

Dad 9: Rescue at Lydiard!

Mum, Dad, The Boy, Grandad and S went to Lydiard Park for a nice walk.  The sunshine was beaming in Swindon as well as Cornwall.  Everyone enjoyed their walk and chatted away, watching The Boy practising his football skills with his new football from D.....

Until it landed in the lake!!!

The family spent a long time trying to find ways to reach the ball, which had drifted out into deeper parts.  There were no long sticks for poking and the ball kept moving out and out and away.  Mum went and spoke to a groundsman but he said he wasn't allowed to help them.  He suggested that the ball may eventually hit the current of the lake and flow down to the end.  It was a very long lake and the ball didn't seem to be going anywhere.  Suddenly, it moved and The Family all willed it to come closer, but no...it got stuck in the reeds and wouldn't budge again.

Mum looked at The Boy.  He was crestfallen.  So Mum took off her shoes and waded out...right up to her middle!  The bottom of the lake was not very nice.  It was squidgy and didn't feel very nice between her toes.  But the ball was in sight and Mum reached out and got it!  She turned around and waded back to the banks of the lake.

Mum was soaked but The Boy was made up.  He got a firm warning never to play with it near water again!

Day 8: Bye Bye Cornwall, Hello Grandad!

Mum, Dad and The Boy felt very sad to have to pack up their things and leave Tamarisk and Cornwall.  They had had such a wonderful time and couldn't believe their luck with the weather.  Still, all good things come to an end and there was still a bit of holiday left.  It was off to Swindon for visit with Grandad!

Poor Mum felt very peculiar in the car.  She got more tired by the mile and hoped that she wasn't going to be ill.  When they got to Grandad's house, she made her apologies and went upstairs for a lie down and promptly fell asleep.  Everyone else had a lovely barbeque but still Mum slept and slept until she woken by a lovely surprise!

Day 7: Daymer Bay

Although it looked a lot less sunny, it was still very warm indeed.  So Mum, Dad, The Boy, Granny and D went to Daymer Bay.

Daymer Bay, not quite as nice as Constantine but still very nice.  The Family thought it might rain but although there were a few rumbles of thunder it stayed dry.

 The rock pools were teeming with life.  It reminded Mum of a David Bellamy book about rock pools that she once had as a child.  She had always looked in pools for things like this but had never seen them.  Until now!

Ananananenome. 

 Barnacles and mussels.

 Here's Dad, moving the seaweed to see if there was anything interesting underneath.

The Boy used his beach shoes a lot on this holiday. 

 The buckets filled up with interesting creatures and pretty shells.

The Boy found this very strange beastie clinging to a rock.  They didn't know what it was!

 Mum found this very angry crab.  She nearly found him with her bare feet and squealed a bit.  It had such a temper!

 Mum checking her net for life.  Hmmm what's this?

Mum got a pretty orange crab.  It was a happy crab and Mum finally plucked up the courage to hold it.  She had always wanted to hold a crab!  Yay!

The Family went home to catch up with Auntie A, Thom and Baby G.  They changed and went down to the Mariner's in Rock for dinner.  Poor D stayed at Tamarisk as he was suffering with the same illness as The Boy had the night before.....he had had the same flavour ice cream!

The Boy enjoying his cold drink. 

Auntie A and Thom.