Beer Pong

A brisk walk along the beach this morning after breakfast (which came after Mr K had woken up at ungodly o'clock due to jetlag, but he was happy because he got to watch the Australian GP) and then we headed home.

We were unsure of what to expect on our return because the teen had a party last night and had a few friends round for a few beers...

The smell of beer does linger, but at least Logan survived.