Friday is the longest day of the year and I was toying with the idea of us packing up a picnic and spending the evening at the local country park, marking the occasion by staying outside for as long as we could.
Looking at the forecast on Tuesday it was showing rain was likely for Friday so the decision was made we would go out on Wednesday instead as this looked to be the best day of the week.
Instead of a traditional picnic I popped some vegetarian hot dogs into a flask of boiling water. They cooked on the journey and were eaten along with a big bag of chips we stopped off on the way to buy.
Once we were full it was time for the tennis rackets to come out. We had the place to ourselves, apart from a few dog walkers, so we had plenty of room to whack the ball around!
T and G did a bit of racket balancing too
'You can not be serious!'
T wasn't getting het-up here, in fact I'm not sure what he was doing, but there was no grumpiness from anyone all evening, it was such good fun all the way.
We went down to the shore before we left, S unable to resist a paddle along with the stone throwing.
This was the last photo I took of the sky just as we left the shore to go back and pack up before going home.
One of those evenings I am very thankful to blogging for because as well as tucking it away into my happy family memory bank I get to record visual snippets of it too. Perfect.