Cyprus was 94 degrees, with a crystal clear sea which had little fish swimming around in the shallows. This was Walton's attempt:
I coudn't tell if there were little fishes in the shallows ...The girls had a go on the rides on the pier, (Bethany having to navigate this time on the dodgems as the wheel was on my side) with Charlotte having the 'Jumping Star' to herself. She did her best to look scared, but in all honesty walking down the stairs would have been more frightening.
Walton is a small seaside town (It doesn't even have a cashpoint!) so no McDonalds or the like - instead we had to favour the local chippy which if I'm honest isn't all that ... I also got told off by the grumpy git manning the yard sale opposite for bringing my chips into the yard - not sure how my chips would have affected the sale of the boxes of tapes containing mostly childrens choirs from the 70's, but non-posted rules are rules. Me saying to him that his attitude is the reason he's sat manning a poorly attended yard sale in Walton on a Saturday afternon, and why he hasn't actually made anything of his life probably didn't help though ...Walton also isn't the best place to go if you don't like birds...
But a not too bad place for a photo with your daughters in front of an amazingly choppy sea and numerous seagulls.
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