On All Saints Day and All Souls Day the children and I went to visit my father and his dog. Although November, the weather was balmy so we drove to Sandy Bay. This time of the year is called St Martin's summer. We sat and ate our way through a fish pie while Jeremy raced the waves and wind.
As the sun started to wane, we visited our departed ancestors on the cliff-top cemetry. Driving back home my vintage voiture started wheezing up hill so we had to get towed to the mechanic's. All in all, a memorable mid-term holiday!
On All Saints Day and All Souls Day the children and I went to visit my father and his dog. Although November, the weather was balmy so we drove to Sandy Bay. This time of the year is called St Martin's summer. We sat and ate our way through a fish pie while Jeremy raced the waves and wind. 
As the sun started to wane, we visited our departed ancestors on the cliff-top cemetry. Driving back home my vintage voiture started wheezing up hill so we had to get towed to the mechanic's. All in all, a memorable mid-term holiday!
