It seems whenever we take my family to Hartstene, the weather is against us. Here’s Dad getting his sea legs on the ferry ride over.
We had to stop at the chainsaw carving place in Allyn on the way, of course. That being the case, I had to pull a silly face.
Ted gave us the usual warm welcome, then Karen’s mates arrived for the annual bridge contest and over-eating competition (I remain the undisputed champion at the later).
Although, frankly, not even I could finish the gargantuan quantity of samphire that Jonathan harvested from the beach. This is what was left over AFTER feeding 12 people…
Here’s a room full of full people, being full. Torrential rain kept us indoors most of the weekend – boo!
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