Two Days in Mersea

This week has seen Frank and I spending two days on Mersea Island.

Cloudy beach days are my favourite as I just wilt in the sun and burn fairly easily.

Tuesday was, as you can see, wonderfully cloudy. The island is well known for its seafood, oysters in particular, hence the shells glittering in the sand.

This didn't stop us from making a sandcastle and decorating it with shells and one of the many feathers Frank seems to be finding these days.
My friend Clare has a beach hut here and we met her and an old friend of hers along with his daughter (who are now based in Oregon) for lunch and beach fun.
For anyone not from the UK these huts are fairly typical English seaside beach huts.
All different, rather ramshackle and in some towns hugely expensive.


There is Frank with his new friend Eloise up on the deck.

And then yesterday saw us visiting a friend of mine from my Knit & Natter group and her dog. She lives just up the road from a great Pick Your Own farm, which Frank and I hit with a vengeance after our tea and muffins with Teresa.

Here comes the Master Picker!

Who does this when asked to "Smile, Frank!"

He looks like he's about to sneeze.

And here is the Master Quality Controller in action.

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Two lovely, lovely Summer days (aside from the hypo and consequent rebound that saw him at 25.1 and me in tears that such a great day can be almost stolen by THAT BASTARD DIABETES - ahem, excuse me - however, I rally these days rather well and dealt with it quickly)

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So, as I write Frank is spending his last ever day at pre-school (more about this in another post).

The house is filled with the smell of strawberry jam (we picked £12 of strawberries! Blimey!)
and I am contemplating my sewing machine, which seems to be calling me, much in the same way as ice-cream does from the freezer.

It's saying:: "Jules, you don't want to clear out the summerhouse, you want to sew something pretty...you'll NEVER have the time again 'cos Frank will ALWAYS be around and he can never let you get on with anything without being on your lap or shoving toys in your face/up your nose/down your top/in your ear ... forget the housework...come to me...you know you want to...
I can make you happy .. trust me ..."

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But I am strong.

Get thee behind me sewing machine!

Where have you been learning to speak like Ben & Jerry??

OK, I'm off to the summerhouse.

Might just pop via the freezer though ...