Who'd have thought it? After helping me to repair a puncture on my commuting bike this afternoon, Holly announced she'd like to go to the beach. Time was short, and Louis was still napping after a bout of teething pains, so I took Holly down to Granton. It's a funny little strip of sand between the breakwater and the sea wall, and there's plenty of what might euphemistically called flotsam and jetsam, but Holly had a great time making sandcastles, splashing in the water and spotting discarded underwear from a safe distance. Home for tea, and she did us all proud by tucking into a salad and eating - with enthusiasm - watercress, spinach, tomatoes, cucumber, feta, avocado and a light vinaigrette. She balked at the olives, but what a great wee eater!
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