2 & a bit.

At Sandbanks with John, Rodney and my big brother Roger in the pale trunks. I was was two and 3 months and can rember being fascinated by the bumps in my swimming costume, but perhaps I was still wearing it the following year and that is when the memory comes from. I do remember so much from that time before we left Poole, which was  just after my 4th birthday.
I use to dig holes in the sand all day, while the boys used to go to forbidden and dangerous places beyond the wooden beach huts.
These were happy times when I was spoiled rotten and thoroughly enjoyed it. John, Rodney and their Dad used to treat me rather like a mascot, and all in thier lovely Dorset accent. The father used to threaten to cut my tail off, in a friendly sort of way which didn't frighten me but made me wonder what he was going on about.