Tiggy, Sarah's jack russell, chose to sleep with the Bevans, snuggled down in the back of someone's knees, warm and smelly.
We spent the days building sandcastles and playing on the beach in the gloomy rain. We had borrowed a beach hut, which gave temporary relief but we were all damp from start to finish. It is impossible to dry anything in these type of conditions and attempting to use a damp sandy towel to dry off a soaking wet shivering child turning blue, is a hiding to nothing.
One of the best holidays of my life (even though we gave up on Day 5 and came home).
Johnny died of cancer in 2010.