Sunday, 25 March 2012

Beach Bum




25.03.12.


Another glorious Spring day, and post-riding lesson, the obvious choice seemed to be a stroll along the seafront. The clocks changed last night, so there was less pressure to be in a hurry as we knew we had an extra hour of daylight to play with.


We scheduled in a lunch stop at Pret-a-Manger, and had the first al fresco meal of the year. There was a more practical point to the slightly romanticised Mediterranean whimsy of eating outdoors: Dexter had a croissant. It went everywhere. Fuelled by his success with the chickens yesterday, the boy seemed to find the allure of the scrounging, scratty-looking pigeons simply irresistible. Dexter's many crumbs/regurgitated bits of pastry, and the head-nodding vermin (sorry pigeon-lovers), made for a very happy partnership. I was not so keen.


The 'stroll' along the seafront was not massively relaxing, due to the fact that the famous pebbles resembled the clich├ęd 'hottest day of the year so far!' snapshots, beloved of the popular press.


Our visit to the countryside yesterday, combined with a sense of having to share your own 'communal playground' with quite so many people, raised the age-old discussion of where exactly we want to live in the near future. As you can see from today's #366 photo, full of patisserie-based carbs, the boy did not share his parents' quandary, and enjoyed a sunny Sunday afternoon snooze-down.


I could learn a thing or two from him...

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