We're still shaking the sand out of our shoes

Little mermaid

In a feeble attempt to pacify friends and family who have been coaxing / asking / pleading / whining / demanding / threatening for more pictures of Saffron, I relented and posted this picture today in between meetings at work. But you are clearly sharper than I give you credit for and several of you have pointed out - some more discreetly so than others - that this dated picture is from the same collection as the picture that precedes it. Snapped here moments before Saffron was dragged off by a sand-loathing mummy to the public shower to get the icky sand out from between her toes. She loved the waves and kept running fearlessly towards it, thereby forcing mummy - muttering under her breath - to run after her. Saffron refers to the sea as 'swimming pool', just as she refers to the river in the same fashion. In fact, earlier this evening, when she spilled cold water down the front of her t-shirt, she exclaimed 'swimming pool!' excitedly. How's that for lateral thinking? ; )