Mummy says we're off to the beach again. In a triumph of hope over experience, she has dressed me in short sleeves.
Mummy says we have arrived at the beach and that I need my cardigan. This does not bode well!
Well, at least I made it on to the sand this time, but I really don't see what all the fuss was about.
I'm not that keen on the wind Mummy!
This is much better! Now I can watch my crazy siblings playing on the beach from the warmth and comfort of my tent!