Mum has taken up a late request to head offshore over the New Year period. We're pretty philosophical about festivities offshore, and since we had Christmas as it should be, it made sense to take the trip this time, and hopefully......hopefully, we'll be able to use her lieu days to do something that bit more productive with the boys.
All that said, I know she is a sentimental sod and missing her boys lots, so this post and the pics are for her benefit more than anyone elses. We got togged up and headed for St Cyrus beach today. I took your muckle big camera, but found the battery flat when I got there, so these were taken on my phone. There are no photos of FB3 because he was on my back, and with your camera strapped around my necked, it was all just too much of a pain in the bum to be honest!
R explaining to O that that is the sea mum's oil rig in in. She is about 150 miles that way...
Further down the beech was a good sized tree washed up by the tide. Would have made a fine prop for pictures with the light had the camera been working. Slightly gutted. O was content throwing stones in the water.
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