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.
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How lovely! x
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