It was a glorious day, and with London spread out before us we lit a fire, put on some sounds, and then (nice) Nigel from Eastenders turned up with his kids for a stroll.

The unexpected has a tendancy to happen. There was scaffolding on the beach this time which we happily used a climbing frame, bench, tent pole and that an enterprising unicyclist managed to navigate through. He turned into a juggler and then into a teacher of juggling, entertaining us on the beach and the crowd of onlookers on the embankment.

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The two leary nine year olds showed theair ages breifly in between bouts of swearing and tumbling about on the sand in their 'is he a teacher ?' questions. Their cheek was hilarious. They were definately the youngest two of the new faces that turned up

We drank, ate, built sandcastles, watched a boat pull up, watched the sun go down, watched the Thames come in and fill the beach with salty water as we tottered off with sand in our shoes, grins on our faces and a new set of beach memories.

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