Walking on the Beaches...

It's  becoming a habit  this.  Walking down to the beach.   This time we were looking at  the other end of the beach, where there are hotels which face up towards our hotel.   

After we bimbled about, we sat on the sun beds again, and watched people trying to get in the water.   The pebbles are beautiful, but bloody hell they are sore on your feet.  Even with swimshoes on there is no easy way of getting in that water.  

I know I must have looked like a hippo on stilettos, but bloody hell- everyone deserves a laugh, afterall I spent at least an hour and a half laughing at other people. 

We are slightly troubled.    Fritz was on the beach sunbathing by himself.    Last night in the restaurant Franz, Greta, and Fritz appeared to like thei Meal, but Heidi got upset about the ham on her Hawiian pizza, and refused to accept a different pizza, but dramatically threw each and every piece of ham from the pizza with the end of her fork. 

Franz and Gretel came down, and Franz liberally coated Fritz with suncream.  It was a beautiful moment.  (Fritz = bearded german James Cordon) 

No sign of Heidi.  She wasn't at dinner  tonight either.  Where  is she? 

I love this photo.  Himself is all out of focus.  I'm perfectly gorgeous.