Brighouse Bay

We're back from a lovely four days camping in Brighouse Bay near Kirkcudbright in the Scottish borders. The pics don't do the weather justice...it's just our camera broke right when the sun came out and burned us all to crispy bacon.

Savage was in good form, except at bed time, during the night, and in the morning. There are only so many times you can send a baby down a wet slide, or express delight at her opening and closing the car glove compartment at 5 in the morning.

Thanks to Andrea, Nonno, and Nonna for arranging the trip and treating us to the company of four little horrors. Also for the babysitting so that Glen and I could go biking in one of Scotland's seven stanes, Kirroughtree (a lovely ride).

Shaun burried by Uncle Glen and Wendy having a think on the beach.

















Savvy using the front of the car as a slide...not bad considering she was wearing socks.










Savvy wasn't too bad in the sand. After all, it took weeks to condition her to the feel of grass.









I see London, I see France... Higher, Uncle Glen, higher!












The pasta dinner was soon demolished by a dalmation at the site next door. Glen and I were in the tent so only caught the tail end. Savvy held her own.