The diggingest boys

This morning my run took me up to the top of the hill on the road along the peninsula. On the way there, I took a photo, and got the full red battery treatment from the camera. Did get another couple before the battery decided it was time to rest.

Later in the day, daughter C arrived with her two lads, and we had a nice lunch on the deck. It is really good when the rain stops! Daddy came separately, on his motorbike, just as I was taking two energy filled boys down the cliff path to the beach.

Almost high tide, and they were straight into the water. Still a relatively strong wind, whipping up waves of up to a third of a metre. Young L was initially a little uneasy about these; until he realised that even those ones were not going to reach his face. And the one time he was splashed in the face, being told to just spit the water out was enough fun to stop the upset!!

Back onto the sand (a better layer of sand than for a number of years) and they started to dig holes to trap the water. Dig they did. Hole after hole. Together occasionally and more often their own excavations. Stayed busy for a long time, until the shivers hit Young L, and we dried, bundled up and climbed the cliff. The climb is energetic enough to warm the coldest child.

I liked this picture best of all that I took, as it shows what they were doing and by standing under the branches of the pohutukawa and crouching, I think it shows the context well.