The Kissing Hats

What do you do on Easter Monday? Why, go to the beach of course! So we all piled into the car and headed for North Berwick for a mooch around the town and a stroll on the beach before the all important cup of tea and cake. The stroll on the beach was absolutely freezing, and my hands were like ice after a few minutes of fumbling with the camera. Maisie, my two-year old granddaughter, having destroyed dozens of custom-built sandcastles in between pretending to be a horse with a seaweed tail, finally needed a cuddle, a carry, and a kiss with Mum. That's when the sun came out!

LARGE