bottom, beach

The original plan for the weekend had been to meet up at a campsite somewhere. This was cancelled by one of the more water-soluble members of the party sometime on Friday, whereupon the secondary scenarios were established, the wet weather version being to meet up at a soft play place in Prestwick and the dry version involving heading to Troon to assemble at the swing-park near the beach, which is where we ended up and where it was so warm and sunny that Nicky burnt and I would have done had I not been wearing long sleeves and my hat. Edgar was covered and slathered up so didn't burn and seemed happy enough with his first paddle in the (admittedly extremely warm) sea. Definitely warm enough to have gone camping, though we did get the new tent up in the garden to check it out for erection-sequence (porch-end first looks best), size and Edgar-fear-induction (negative).