Where are they?

 You would have thought that on such a beautiful day hordes would have thronged to the beach.

 Well we did and practically had it to ourselves!

 Which was fine by RRMK2 who spent his time sliding down sand dunes

 or paddling with big bro and the Rockmeister.

 I'm not sure what it was that I had forgotten, but it seemed important at the time.

 Back at the command post Stan was press-ganged into being an outdoor kitchen ably guarded by Elf the tri paw Berner.

 Rocky kept an eye on the bacon and sausages

 while yours truly enjoyed the sunshine.

 The nice man at the ice cream van gave me a Kilimanjaro sized treat having seen my T shirt.

Next time we go I hope there is more room to park!