I quite like beaches.
On one condition.
I do not get sticky.
The beach? Is best viewed from the car. No need to get wet at all.
Huh? You say, how on earth can you go to a beach and not go into the water?! At the very least dip your toes in!*
Yes. This is what is running through my head when I am making choices about the prospect of getting sticky.
I do love my flow charts.
(Uses of the flow chart after the jump!)
This is my favourite picture of me from the trip. There wasn’t an awful lot of pictures of me (Can you believe that?!) but that was mostly because I was the one that was snapping the pictures or cooking. One or the other.
One of Karl’s friends – Scott- trying to get me wet. What nerve. Mel in the ocean? Oh no. Definatly no. Refer to the flow chart above. I didn’t have my bathing suit under my clothes.
Which means – BACK TO THE CAR! HUZZARH!
Dad took this picture of mid way through building the sand castle.
Sometime later – SAAAAAAAAND CASTLE! With seashells. Hohohoho.
Ness is doing the things that Mel is trying to avoid. Getting wet wet wet. The boys spotted a blue tennis ball on the ground and so here they are playing a game of catch the ball or something. I’m not entirely sure, I wasn’t paying attention.
In the end Dad still let them get into the car. I wouldn’t have let them not with all of their dripping sea water everywhere and leaving sand particles in their wake. Of course it wasn’t up to me, it isn’t my car and as we fully well know I can’t drive.
As it turns out I was the first on to use the shower. Kufufufufu. Ah, I love it when that happens.
*This is what Karl’s friend Scott said to me when I was very reluctant to leave the cabin.
**I KNOW YOU EXIST. YOU CAN NOT FOOL ME. You, you Mind Reader Person you, are the reasons why whenever I type out my password/pin number I am saying BLAHBLAHBLAH in my mind. You may fool everyone else but I know you are out there somewhere and I’m onto you!