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New Quay, Wales

Well at least that's what it says I can look forward to this coming week on my weather app. Not a good start to our annual pilgrimage to New Quay in Wales but not an unexpected one either - it is the wild west after all and nobody said it had to be dry!
I'm half looking forward and half dreading it.
It will be the first time me and the boys will be down there on our own and although I have no qualms about managing the caravan - two bedrooms, two bathrooms one en suite - looking after two hyperactive boys and two mad whippets is quite another matter! I fear I may have to put out warnings for other holiday makers in the nearby vicinity...that  or ensure I get up at sparrows fart to exercise both dogs and children while the Traeth is relatively clear of human, animal and other animate obstacles!
Although we may be a small family as families go we are, to say it politely, rather loud and have a tendency to make our presence felt.
The boys chat to all and sundry and if the Olympics are anything to go by the youngest will be on the prowl for food to supplement his mother's pathetic attempts at a picnic while the dogs, going on past performance will not be saying please and thank you and will be making off with other people's picnics or else pissing on their sandcastles...
Ah the joy of seaside holidays with rats (whippets to the uniniated) on stilts and feral boys.

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