Away we go in the car to a place called Devon Cliffs and Sandy Bay where we stay in a caravan because kids love caravans and it is cheap and all round good old fashioned family holiday fun.
I say fun, but little boys waking up at 5:00am in a caravan is not actually “fun” in the strictest sense of the word. As anyone who has stayed in a caravan will know, if one is awake, all are awake.
But we soldier on with not enough sleep and maybe slightly bleary eyes from one too many beers or gin and tonics and we go swimming, to the beach, and to the all out horror that is a childrens disco complete with huge characters like roary the tiger dancing and screaming at maximum volume from the giant sound system.
All in all it was a fanastic weekend and we enjoyed it very much, and for once I am not being sarcastic!
Anyway, I took some photos, mainly of the kids.
What never ceases to surprise me is the level of detail my D800 can generate in a photo. For example, in the photo immediately above Bruce has some sand in his hand. The camera actually captures the individual grains of sand.
Last up, a panoramic of the beach at Sandy Bay, because I took it so here it is. Click for a bigger version, if you so desire.
One thing that is hard to reconcile with sitting in the cliffside bar in the sunshine is the sound of automatic weapons fire that comes from the military firing range to the left of the picture above. Which happens pretty much all day, every day. Rat-a-tat-tat MOTHER F****R