Our Weekend In Wales

In Birmingham, they dress in Ben Sherman and get wasted on Broad Street. In South Wales, they dress in cammo, camp and dance to techno on the beach. The next day they start drinking Strongbow at 9:00am and then go surfing. In the interests of cross-cultural exchange, we joined them in the camping and surfing. We stuck with red wine, and gave the techno a miss, though.

The camping was fun, at least I thought so. I got sand up my nose rolling down a sand-dune showing the kids how to do it (they were impressed). The camping didn’t go down so well with Katie who prefers comfy beds, so she liked the posh hotel in Bristol on Sunday all the more, despite the fleas.

I’ve stuck some pictures on Picassa.