Driftwood

A sunny Saturday at Tentsmuir, a perfect start to the half term holidays.

Buckets, spades, driftwood, and the imaginations of little boys.

For one it was a fishing vessel on rough seas, for another a pirate ship but for Bro3 it was a holiday boat in the sunshine complete with a sun lounger for relaxing on.

At one point Bro4 half buried a ball, sat on it and declared he was a chicken laying an egg.

Obviously.