Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May...

It has been horrible weather for the last couple of days: grey, drizzly and cold.  The sort of thing that might be acceptable for March, but not for nearly June. So today was a great improvement and the grandchildren's other granny, Nanny, invited us to the Beach House for lunch.


When I say the weather was better, you shouldn't imagine that it was warm. It was warmer; apart from on the beach, where there was a sharp wind pushing the waves up into white horses. You can see that no one chose to sit outside. Like everyone else, we opted for the warmth of inside,

and just looked out

at the sun shining on the sand in a deceptively inviting manner.

Then we went to the playpark. You can see that the children were dressed in woolly jumpers, leggings, long trousers.

I've enlarged this photo so that you can just see, in the top left-hand corner, some children playing in the waves.  We breed them hardy in Scotland.

But still, it gave us hope that summer might be on the way.