Gotta get me some negative ions

Deciding to walk UP the hill to the top cliff path was not one of my better decisions I realised when, only two steps in, I thought I might cry with the pain. Yes, I'm still suffering after Legs, Bums and Tums.

But by the time we reached the beach at the other end I was beginning to think that maybe I was limbered up and stretched out and getting over the ache ... but I was wrong. 

A few negative ions from the crashing waves always revive me though. Just don't ask me to pick anything off the floor for a while.

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Meanwhile is there anything that can surpass the moment when, after thinking you'd given them all to the grandchildren, you find a chocolate hidden at the back of the tree? (Okay, probably lots of things surpass it but it's pretty good anyway.)

And I suppose I should throw these away.

Long ago discarded these 30-odd year-old sacks were nestled away in the decorations suitcase. And I'll say it before Younger Son does: more care and effort went into the first than the last! But I had three children by then; life was busy.