As a small child we spent some holiday time in Porthcawl, it was where everyone went if you lived in south Wales, The summer time was always scorching hot, the roads were always a mixture of sand and dust and the sea was always warm. I got shat on once by a chihuahua.

Anyhow, until last summer when sam & went to Rest bay (actually a nice, usually clean, little beach with rockpools and fairly safe currents) I hadn’t been to Portcawl for about 20 years, maybe more, the last time we went as a family I couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6…

So we went yesterday, on the hop so to speak, not well organised, but Sam loved it, Sean was a bit mad at me for not telling him we were going to the beach hence he had on jeans, and was probably sweltering hot.

But you know what I quite like doing stuff I’m not prepared for, but maybe that’s just me, and I do undersatnd it’s not a very responsible attitude for a grown woman to have… ;)