The Boy has recently become obsessed with singing nursery rhymes. It's fabulous and he is so enthusiastic about it. We've always sung them with him but not so much of late. This is the wonders of having an older generation caring for your child and providing an input into their education; it's Nana that has taught him some of these.
There now follows a rather cute video. You will need to excuse the heavy breathing from me; I didn't realise that a) I breathed so noisily, and b) that the microphone was right under my concorde nose.
Only that's where everyone else in south-east Wales had decided to go. The road leading in and out was chockablock with cars crawling along at a snail's pace. I veto-ed the decision to go to the usual Whitmore Bay (the Island's main beach) and the alternative Jackson's Bay; instead we ventured into the unexplored Watchtower Bay and Old Harbour. At the top of the bay lay the skeletons of old boats ready for exploring by curious little boys at low tide, at the entrance to the harbour is a huge expanse of silky soft, golden sand.
