Storms and Surf

We've had 2 consecutive nights of monumental storms, which has been quite scary. Lottie is scared of the thunder and lightening, and I'm scared that we've not pitched the tent properly, and it's going to blow away and end up in the Alps before we can wake properly. Which is why I sleep lightly, and wake at the first bolt of lightening! This isn't very healthy, and I've been sleeping late in the morning.

However, after a very late start, we went off shopping, and after bacon sandwiches for lunch (oh, how wonderful) we decided that a quick trip to the beach would be in order. I thought I probably wouldn't go in the water, so didn't bother to put on my swimming suit. However, one look at the monumental surf and I was drooling. I scurried back to the camp site, leaving Emma looking after the girls on the beach, and raced into swimming kit and contact lenses (that was odd - I'd managed to store them in the wrong slots, and although the prescription is the same, the astigmatism correction is completely different, and made me think my eyes were crossing!). The surf was brilliant - it's quite tiring trying to stand up with the waves crashing down on you. Apparently while I was away, someone had to be rescued, which doesn't really surprise me.

I was only in the water up to my chest for about 3/4 hour, but that was quite enough - I had to empty nearly a beachful of sand from my swimming costume when we got back!

I've got to go and cook supper now!