My first trip to the beach!

On Saturday Mom and Dad took me to a beach for the first time! We went to Bournemouth (well, actually to a stretch of the beach near Boscombe). It took about two hours in the car to get there. I slept most of the way there and back. Mom says it's on the south coast of England and that across the water is someplace called France. We had lots of fun! Here are some highlights.....

Left: Here I am getting my first look at all that water and the big waves. Wow! It made my eyes big!



Right and below: I head closer to the waves.....



Cowabunga!!! The surfers look like they're having fun!

Then I got to help make some sand castles. Well, actually, I mostly enjoyed playing with my stacking cups! And eating the sand!

I let Mom and Dad hold me when I wanted to go in the water. Even though I go under the water at the pool, this water was a lot colder. I didn't cry (well, I maybe whimpered a little once), but I wasn't sure I wanted to get in too deep this time.

Dad's call-sign in the Marines was "Sandman"--Like father, like son!

When Dad plays "Up Down" he doesn't normally let go! But at the beach, he let me get some airtime! As you can tell from my grin, I didn't enjoy it at all. Nope. Not one bit. He He He! Guess it's those pilot genes!

Then Mom and Dad said we had to go. My face says it all. I hope we get to go back soon!