This is the beach at the end of my Uncle's road. It's only really accessible via a couple of wooden staircases down the cliff - all privately owned. The one we used is accessed by wandering across someone's front garden; the people who own the house have invited their neighbours to help themselves. Completely lovely. I know myself well enough to know I'd never be so unselfish.
Today’s statistics:
- Storms weathered: 1 (but it was a big one)
- Games of Hide and Seek played: 1 (but it was a good one)
- Sunsets watched: 1 (but it was a beautiful one)
- Donuts eaten >1 (no justification needed)
- Percentage of family paddling in the Atlantic: 100%
- Breakfast: Canning residence, Tom Nevers, c/o Downyflake Donuts
- Lunch: Cy's and The Juice Bar, Nantucket
- Dinner: Canning residence, Tom Nevers
- Sometimes a waffle cone can be a tool, not an extravagance.
- Always check the obvious hiding spots.
- No-one really understands the rules about mortgaging in Monopoly (though of course I pretend I do).
- An outdoor shower can turn a chore into a delight.
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