Worst picture, best party and a close blip escape

Apologies for the quality of the pic. Had to use a phone camera as this was too good a blip not to take. Or it should have been. Anyway, it says....

"Gone to secret beach!"

We went to pick up the boys from Dieseldaisy's son's birthday party. This note was stuck to the door. We thought it was so Enid Blyton that we couldn't not go and check out what the famous five were up to.

The Secret Beach, is of course... secret. Fortunatley we have been sworn in and know the way and the password. It is a perfect pirate cove, complete with shipwrecks and castles, rock pools and otters. It is the best place for a birthday party ever. And I'm sorry but you'll never know where it is. Which is a pity, but that is the price you pay for not living at World's End.

The famous five turned out to be the Tremendous Twelve (including DD and the dog, of course). Some had cycled there, others had been shuttled in a couple of car trips. Some were swimming in the sea, others were beachcombing, most were constructing a huge pit to bury seaweed in (??!!??). In the middle of it all DD patiently threw a stick for a wet collie into the sea... again and again and again.

Thanks Dieseldaisy and the birthday boy. Our boys had a ball!

The close blip escape? DD headed off with a carfull of kids. We were last with another load of damp and sandy youngsters. Campbell and a couple of others had cycled so they headed off in front of us. Somehow he managed to come off his bike and hurt his leg. So, we swopped places. He got to ride home in the car and I got to ride his bike. I had intended to walk back and meet Steven along the way when he came back to get me and the bike after dumping the kids off. But I couldn't resist seeing if I could manage to ride a 7 year olds bike. It wasn't exactly what you would call comfortable but it was fun.

Sad to say DD missed a cracker of a blip. And I missed blip humiliation, phew!