Mum worked on Saturday but instead of the usual meeting her for lunch, I went to Bournemouth with Dad and Andy. Andy had been told by the internet that there were going to be good waves! I'm not sure, but I don't think you can believe evrything you read on the internet:
Anyway, Dad and I took up our vantage point on the pier to watch the action and enjoy the sunshine:
I kept pointing at him and shouting 'Andy' as he caught a few waves, it made a change from being miles away on the beach. After he finally saw sense and got out we went to the cafe, I tried to warm him up by feeding him some chips. We then went for play in the sand:
Andy's got a tight grip on my reigns as I really fancied a dip in the sea. The sun was shining so it couldn't have been much colder than last time I was in at the end of last summer could it? I also got the hang of throwing stones into the water, although I did have to get pretty close to the waters edge to get them to splash down.
Dad came back from his bike ride on Sunday morning with a face like a slapped bum, muttering about too much riding uphills or something. Mum and I did our best to cheer him up. In the afternoon we went for a walk by the river in Henley:
We went on this really long, bumpy bridge over some gushing water, it was really good. I liked looking at the all the boats and had a quick go in the playground but it was starting to get dark and a bit cold so I wasn't at all upset when we went back to the car. Shortly after we got home, Sue and Charlote came round so mum and dad went out. I had a great evening of running about and falling over on purpose and climbing all over Sue before cuddling up on the sofa with Charlotte to watch Heartbeat.
Mum had a day off on Monday so I made sure I got her up nice and early. In the afternoon they decided to bite the bullet and take me swimming again. We gave the cold, hostile waters of Northcroft a miss in favour of the Coral Reef in Bracknell. Now this was much more like it, it was much warmer and there were no steps down into the pool so I could go into the water at my own pace.....which turned out to be fast! Another factor was the super slippery slide! I loved this, splashing down into the water again and again and again. I even decided to go down it head first, there was a sign on the side of it banning this, but I can't read yet so it doesn't apply to me! I had a splashing fight with another couple of little ones (which I won easily) and put myself right on top of a water jet. Mum said I had the loudest shriek in the entire pool, uncle Alan would be proud of my decibel level. I was a lot more confident by the end of it and didn't even mind going under water that much.
I'm learning new words pretty quickly now. This week i've learned Kiwi (as in the fruit) and my new favourite is the word 'cold' which i'm having to use quite frequently this time of year.
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