Saying goodbye

The earliest start of our week to take advantage of a final surf for one and a walk on the beach for the rest of us. Bailey also took advantage of an empty beach to have a last run around. Back for breakfast and then to pack up and we left the bay just before ten.

Six hours to home with a stop at what most be the loveliest of services (Seasalt, White Stuff and copious amounts of fudge) and we are back in landlocked Lincoln. Bailey sat in the hall for the first twenty minutes, waiting for the other three to appear and has spent virtually the whole of this evening fast asleep. It's clearly hard job enjoying yourself on your first ever holiday with your favourite people.