Sunday, 4 January 2015

The traditional new years day walk on the beach

We piled into granda's van at 11 o'clock and headed to Portrush. It was rainy and windy and not at all a nice day. I wasn't feeling it at all this year. I wasn't in the mood to get drenched, I didn't want to have to do a complete outfit change for Amy after she inevitably falls in to the sea and I didn't want to have to sit in wet leggings myself, but I didn't want to break tradition either. I was thankful for the warm van. What a grump I am, but at almost 37 weeks pregnant, I'm sure no one blamed me?

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