Shit wreck

Our son's favourite book involves a hunt for some pirate treasure protected by an eight headed monster near a shipwreck. However he pronounces it as above, which I actually find rather amusing, no matter how much we get him to p p p, ship ship he still says shit wreck. I think he is taking the pith.

Anyway Father's Day today I believe so it was my choice of what to do, so we went down to try the swim experience with the #1son. Rather predictably, the first 8 minutes involved muchas tears but eventually a bit of perseverance and he got into the swing of things.

After that we wandered around the port in Dunbar and then stopped off for an ice cream on the beach at North Berwick.

A beautiful day.

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