Last weekend was a Bank Holiday in England.  Generally on Bank Holidays we stay at home because the traffic is notoriously dreadful. But we decided to brave the motorways and head off to Devon.  For those who don’t know the geography, Devon is about 260 miles south of us.

Let’s just say the traffic lived up to all expectations.

Let’s also say it was worth it.

As you know we spent the weekend with Alice-who-isn’t-a-cat and her beau, who have recently moved into a fabulous rented cottage, which is about 15 minutes drive from the beach at Exmouth.

So, we did what any sensible family would do and, along with Alice’s brother, sister-in-law, and niece, we went to the beach.

This being an English Bank Holiday, of course it was raining.

But there is no point having waterproof coats and not using them.

Button felt the coat was an unnecessary encumbrance!

We prevailed!

We were less lucky with the battle of the shoes!

But you need to take your shoes off so you can paddle!  Silly Mummy!

Even if the sea is a bit cold…and a bit scary because its the first time you’ve been this close to it:

Although obviously, when you’re a brave little chap, it doesn’t take you long to get into the swing of it:

And when you’ve had enough of the sea…there are still puddles to splash about in:

And ice cream to eat:

But then, it being England, the weather is a moveable feast, and the following day it was glorious.

So we hit the beach again.  This time without the waterproofs!

Eat your heart out Daniel Craig!

We boogie boarded:

Built a sandcastle:

Became a mermaid:

And snuggled together for warmth (convincing Daddy that we really should get a new doggy soon!)

We had The Best Time.