Today we went to the seaside with J and his best friend A, (the young lady we have pretty much adopted into our family). As I was saying we went to the seaside. The plan was simply to walk up and down the beach. Feeling the sand under our bare feet, paddling in the sea and soaking up some vitamin D.
While we were there A wanted to take some pictures, and so we posed for a couple. Mr H and I walked ahead of them for a while and unbeknownst to us she snapped a few pictures of us walking, because, to quote her, “we were doing a cutie.” and her reason for taking the pictures was that her parents wouldn’t do it and she loves that we hold hands. Perhaps there should be more hand holding in the world?