We did it - we actually watched some of the military parading from Paris - on TV of course - lots of pomp and circumstance with horses and tanks and all things that seem to fascinate little boys. Is it genetic? Then picnic packed for our journey to the sea - actually to the sand by the sea. We went to the largest sand dune in Europe. It was really quite something to see by the sea. I am happy to say that they did have a large plastic staircase that made climbing the dune much easier and safer for all concerned. I wasn't winded at all but my breath was taken away by the size of the dune and the sight of the Atlantic Ocean glistening out before me. We found the wind from the sea a struggle for the boys - being shorter they were really tormented by the blowing sand. Over the edge we were out of the wind and the boys played and played and managed to get so much sand in their pockets that one wonders how the dune survives the constant removal of sand by all the visitors. We decided to skip eating on the dunes - how can you be hungry with all the sand which is there (get it sandwiches?) - anyway off down the road to a park and an attempt at a holiday lunch - in the rain and cold and well... we ended up eating in the car. Fun and memories for all.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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