We had lovely plans last Saturday.
One of T’s best friends came over for a play-date. The plan was to go to the beach after lunch and spend time exploring the rock pools at Widemouth Bay in Bude. The weather was supposed to be okay for this little adventure. We should’ve known better.
Since we knew it was going to be cold, we bundled the kids in weatherproof coats, complete with wooly hats. We even had a picnic prepared.
But the sky looked ominous and foreboding as we parked our car and as soon as I stepped out, a gush of very cold wind almost knocked me off my feet. But I brushed it aside and quickly got the kids ready.
The girls turned whingy. But I ushered them out, hoping a play on the beach would cheer them up.
But no sooner had we walked towards the rock-pools, I felt a few drops coming. I was hoping it was only going to be a drizzle, but nope. It turned into a real Cornish downpour, so we accepted defeat and ran back to the car with two whingy little girls and a bewildered dog trailing behind us.
Maybe next time …
How is your weekend going?
Ours will probably be spent indoors, since little T has chickenpox and the weather outside looks horrible, as always.