Sandcastles and Football at Brancaster Bay

It was a cold and miserable Easter Sunday in Norfolk but we still braved the beach. Armed with buckets and spades and footballs we set out for Brancaster Bay. It took uncle seamus a while to get his hands out of his pockets but when he did he took over from nana and managed us all in the construction of "sandcastle of the year" Fleur and I were in charge of collecting shells for decoration, Zara was miserable in the cold and wanted to go home to watch Mamma Mia while dad, grandad bj and solfrid plaayed beach football. Liam slept in the front pack while Dad ran around he was totally unfazed.