Message in the sand.

J went out on his motorcycle this morning, so i went for a walk to get the paper.  It really didn't feel like a June morning, as I had to wear a coat.  I did a few chores, and was just going to  make myself a coffee     and hopefully not spill it    when J arrived back home. After all the palaver of putting the bike away, taking off his bike gear,  ( I do wonder sometimes if it's worth the effort) he changed into some normal clothes, and we drove down to Porthcawl. It was quite busy, and there wasn't many places to park. We eventually found a place on the front, so I got  out  to take a few photos , while J stayed in the car. I liked this shot of a little boy, playing in the sand, with a lovely message he had written for his Dad, and as it's Fathers Day today, I thought it was very apt. Back home now, and the smell of  a beef dinner, is tempting my taste buds. Sounds just perfect to me.