Pip loved the beach, as always. But Vivie was another story. She wasn't fond of the sand or the cool beach breeze or the frigid (65 degrees!) water. The sun was too bright. Her hair was in her eyes but she didn't want a pony tail. Within about 15 minutes she was begging to go home. Uh-oh. Some how we managed to distract her and keep her mostly happy for the whole afternoon.
Here she is wiping the offensive sand off her feet with a baby wipe.
Meanwhile, Phil was enjoying an exfoliating spa treatment from Pip. His scalp is quite refreshed now.
Later, much to the amusement of the other folks at the beach, Pip and Phil attempted to play catch with a small rugby ball. Well, Phil tried to play catch. Pip just used the game as an excuse to throw himself on the ground repeatedly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDStxzNi_ho
For Vivie, and probably Pip as well, the highlight was the frozen treats from the stand before we left.