Dune...s

I’ve noticed a strange trend on Blipfoto that some people like to give you direction as to how best to view their images. I have been found wanting in that department, normally preferring if people……you know……use their eyes? 

However, I’ve committed to Blipfoto and have clearly been letting the side down, so will address this immediately…this image is best viewed by closing your eyes, snorting some tempranillo through a rizla from a faberge egg, whilst bending over, slapping your bum to the beat of “It’s Tricky” by Run DMC and gazing upon this image upside down and looking back through your own legs. 

Unbelievably, today was pretty much a complete re-run as far as the weather goes.

We were up and out pretty early as The Eldest needed driving out to the café where she works as she was opening up for the first time today. It is so very nice to see her actually just enjoying something for once without an accompanying stream of negativity – long may it last.

With her deposited, we kept on going out towards the coast eventually ending up in one of my favourite places; Roanhead. It was still fairly early in the day, so the warmth in the sun hadn’t quite come through yet and there was a chill in the sea breeze. M’boy grudgingly admitted that I had been right to suggest that he wear trousers. The Youngest asked if she could take her shoes and socks off and have a paddle.

We walked up and down a fair length of the coastline, which is where M’boy snapped today’s blip. We looked at the photo after and I asked why he thought I had asked him to frame it this way with me at the bottom of the shot. As he looked again at the picture he had so beautifully created, he thought for a moment and then it dawned on him: “because taking it like this makes you look smaller, dad! You’re tiny against everything else, which is just like we are in the world!” I may have grinned and ruffled his hair. 

The Youngest hurled and rolled herself down another sand dune at full tilt, afterwards puzzled as to why she had sand in her pants.

A car picnic followed as we drove back to Bardsea and marvelled at the speed of which the tide came in, and then it was to B&Q to try a couple more colours for the house. M’boy has his blue, I’m lichen (sic) mine and we’ve compromised on a shade of red for The Youngest, which merely hints at Satanic leanings as opposed to out and out confirming them.

Following a trip to the park to play some good ol’ fashioned throw and catch, I put together a belting roast followed by huge bowlfuls of Eton Mess.

Some top-level Dadding, two days on the bounce?

Halcyon days in the realm of dunkyc.