It was Elliot's eighth birthday and a day full of fun in the sea, playing bowls and cricket, going for walks, eating, chatting and having a good time.
By 8 pm Elliot was dead beat and pretty much falling asleep but still had enough energy to declare it "the best birthday ever."
I hope you enjoy some of the photos of the area and also some family ones.
Whilst writing this I must also remember our first grandson Oliver who was stillborn. This would have been his ninth birthday.