This is me pulling a goofy grin on the ferry between Mudeford sandbank and quay. So i've now officially been on most forms of transport other than a plane. And they are just wrong.We went on the ferry to Mudeford quay to check out the pub there on Easter Sunday - it is supposed to do nice fresh crab sandwiches. Not sure what it is usually like as it was our first time but there were LOADS of weirdly dressed men around....wearing either not very much at all or dresses and butterfly wings. I suppose I do need to see most things as part of my socialisation but I think this was going a bit far. Apparently something to do with a rugby tour. Humans are so odd. Mum was going to get a photo of me with the guy wearing two strips of rubber...but she chickened out.
Am currently perfuming the room with my own particular brand of 'eau de mer' after another ace walk along the harbourside to Mudeford sandbank. I love it there. I want to go stay in a beach hut. There's swans and ducks in the water to chase and weird dead things around. Today we found a monster crab. Yummy.
2 comments:
Charlie, I must say that you're forming remarkably similar wishes to your mum Sally. It's funny - Sally really loves Mudeford sandbanks too _and_ she wants to stay over in a beach hut? Weird or what?!
I find it is best to obey the leader. Perhaps you should try, dad?
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