The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On Bournemouth

It's a good thing my sister dragged me to TK Maxx and made me buy a decent weatherproof WARM jacket for Max, because the beach in Bournemouth is NOT Toco, my lovies. My cousin Charlotte, her sweet daughter Venus, Max and I walked to the beach last week while we were flat-hunting, and it rained, and blew, in that typically cold windy wet English way. We looked out to sea, and imagined Chas and Sam and uncle Pat and crew, yachting wetly. Then we walked back. Max and Venus had a great time, giggling and playing and putting sand in their pockets, heads together deep in discussion about this and that. Carlotte and I walked briskly, I getting damper as the rain seeped through my anorak...

It was much nicer the next day. Sunny, even! Chas and Sam sailed again and had "The best day ever" with wild winds and 7.5 knots sailing! They have proper gear for their top halves, but if they are going to sail any more this season I will need to get them some legs and boots. There were waves swooshing over the decks, soaking them and making their feet numb.

And did we find a flat, in between all of the fun? YES! It's nice, roomy (a roomy English flat! What a find!) with a big kitchen AND it's across the road from the primary school, on a dead end! Ta-daaa! Many thanks for all of the good vibes, and the experienced Charlotte's assistance! We are moving in on Sunday.

Now, we have to walk to the park IMMEDIATELY, since Chas' new rubberband-propeller plane is repaired and ready. My uncle Pat is in Italy, so we are house-and-dog-sitting. The dogs know that there is a walk in the park about to happen, so they are going wild. I will post more soon, with pictures. I'll also catch up on everyone's news this week too, now that I am getting it all together. Cheerio, Dahlings!