The Baynhams

The last 7 days it has rained. The weather man had warned us and he was right.
The next 7 days will rain, the weather man says so it must be true.
It will be showery on Sunday the weather man told us... and we woke to blue sky!

We jumped up and decided that we better get out and make the most of it before the weather man said "I told you so"

Where to go? I looked at Byron and he looked at me. "Nobby's" said Byron "Perfect" said I !

Three kids, three drink bottles, three scooters, 5 bananas, 5 carrot cake muffins with cream cheese frosting on top!

We walked, scooted, ran, climbed, drew in the sand, photographed, watched the surfers, avoided the heavy sea spray breaking on the rocks.

We bought ice-creams, fish and chips, a squeeze of lemon, tartar sauce, ginger beer.

...and then the skies turned and twisted, greyed over, drizzled the finest mist of raindrops, enough warning to scrunch up the fish and chips wrappers and throw them in the bin, run for the car, jump in as the mist became big fat drops of rain.

We drove home along the winding coast road, overlooking the seas, waves crashing and foaming, feeling smug and self satisfied as we licked the salt and lemon juice off our fingers.

We beat the weather man! And we finished with a rainbow!