Friday, 11 September 2009

Thorpness Beach 9th September 2009

One way.

Other way.

Erbie way.

He loved it. 

Looks lovely doesn't it? Shall I spoil it for you and say Sizewell B is just around the corner on the top photo. 

Erbie had great fun on the shingle. I worried he'd eat the pebbles but he'd got practice in at a recent garden party in a gravel and brick edged herb garden at the weekend. Gravel is a lot more swallowable. I discovered making a point of saying no and lunging for tiny fists full of stones leads to said fists desperately hurling pebbles towards mouth; whereas (so far) saying: 'give to mummy' and offering a flat extended hand with a smile and thank-you gets pebbles passed over without fuss. 

His poor little legs are black and blue from crawling on shingle so I put him on the few inches of sand. He has progressed to catlike all fours, it really is like watching ones own little evolution.

Other nonsense

Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle