half term it was a we a thought that a 9 hour stint sat in the car alog with the rest of england would do us the power of good, and it did too. We had a wikkid time plenty of seaside, fresh air, sheep and the odd beer or to. Even mum doing her nut couldnt stop it being an all round tip top wibbly dibble of a few days. if you think im a looney you should see me mum it was time to go to the beach, but didnt tell them it was with local people thru a local tunnel to the windiest beach.... ever   9 pints and one day later it was super sunny lush so off we went to another beach i turned into a photography ponce while hol and mim turned into pebbles who would have thought you could have so much fun looking for gravel grass and pebbles, but we did and then, as if by shitty magic it was 5 days later and time to go ome. bugger!