As predicted earlier, gratuitous photographs of children on holiday.
Miss Oh Waily and I went for an early morning stroll yesterday and between us we took some photographs to share. They are mostly self-explanatory. The first few are by Miss Oh Waily herself, the remainder I claim as my own.
Every holiday we come here, I like to walk down to the chapel on the corner and take a photograph. Next month will be our eighth anniversary of marrying here.
And unlike our humble place of residence here on the island, the neighbours seem to like the furrowed sand look. It seems to be fascinating to Miss Oh Waily here.
Then this afternoon while Master Oh Waily was having his sleep, the little miss and I headed down to our own, unfurrowed section of beach. I now understand the builders of the pyramids. Slave masters can be cruel little mistresses. Especially when forcing slaves to build moats to protect castles from oncoming wavelets. “We’ve* got to hurry!! Quick!! Quick!! Hurry!!”.
But, we are very good at decoration and shell finding. Slaves are very useful for digging, filling buckets and upending them to make Empress Oh Waily’s architectural treasures, however. Sadly, or gladly, I can confess to regressing to childhood and digging in the sand was great fun. Except when the dreaded wavelets breached the preliminary defences. By the end of the build we had a ditch and banking set up with a couple of drains to move the water away – well, sort of.
There will be more to come, just because Miss Oh likes to take photographs and because it means that it won’t be weeks before you hear from me again.
Yes. I am enjoying my holiday. Thanks for asking. :)
* this would be the Royal “we”, in case you were wondering.