I spy with my little eye...
You’d think we’d know better by now… Dave jumped out of bed almost as soon as Ellie’s early morning whimpering turned to a crescendo. He tugged the curtains to one side. “Looks like it’s going to be a scorcher – why don’t we throw a pack-up together and go to the coast?” I blinked rapidly as my eyes tried to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the window. “Good idea. You start on the sandwiches, while I chivvy the kids.” Dave’s suggestion was greeted with varying degrees of enthusiasm by the younger generation. “Cool!” said Adam. “Can we dig a ’normous hole again?” Ellie rushed to find her wellies. “Seaside, seaside!” ...
