The day after going to Barnstaple we managed to make it on to Woolacombe beach, but it was cold and started to rain. JB and I sat huddled under waterproof coats watching Sam and Jack dig, oblivious to weather conditions.  It was also interesting to watch this chap wriggling out of his wetsuit.

 

 



It's bed time and all I can hear is Jack playing his electric guitar. I go up. 'Listen to this Mum', he says.  I watch him standing in his grubby socks amongst a mass of wires which take up most of his bedroom floor .  A quick sketch captures the moment of my youngest pretending he really is a rock star performing to a large admiring audience- although I am admiring and proud. But now it's definitely time for bed!