Freshwater Bay

Well them getting later waking up as this holiday goes on, God help um Tuesday when they've got to set the alarm clock, whose idea was it to catch an early ferry.
Well they eventually get their backsides in gear they head off for a walk down to the beach.
Beautiful little bay with a small prom, and a pebbly beach but it's quite busy with paddle boarders, sun bathers and swimmers, you wouldn't catch me in there, looks a bit cold.
They wander along the prom and down onto the beach to get to the rock pools on the far side. They sit watching the boats bobbing up & down and have a little chuckle at the toff in his posh boat trying to get his anchor to hold, eventually after 3 of um having a go they then decide to open the garage and get the dinghy out, yes I did say garage. They jokes that he's praps going ashore for an ice cream but it's stranger than that he drops the wife off on the quey and by the time they've walked back to the prom she's just getting back in the boat after having gone and fetched a dog. Off he zooms back to the boat ups anchor and thems away. There's none so queer as folk.
They fancy a cuppa, well actually they fancy a pint but there's no pub, it's shut down for refurbishment, there is a travelling bar in an old double decker bus but it's not open, typical. The sit in the tea garden and get ready for the uphill jaunt back home and what you know the beer bus has only gone and opened, talk about timing.
Back home for a read and After a while his lordship gets itchy feet so off he goes on a bike ride round Freshwater, including a refreshment at an hostelry (I reckon the only reason he goes meeself) no pictures but he enjoys himself and best of all manages to bike all the way up the steep hill from the Bay, them new bikes are marvellous.Meer informatie