On the beach. How terribly British. Except it was a glorious evening, and we weren’t under an umbrella.
It was the last SCubs of the year (combined Scout and Cubs group). It was going to be Small’s last attendance, but on heading there will be lots of changes in September he’s considering trying the new group out then.
I took the little children too. We walked there (around a mile) and were prepared to walk back (still no driving) but thankfully Tim’s meeting finished early so he picked us up. So, a pleasant evening all round, apart from all the screaming from the Cubs. They make a *lot* of noise.