“a portrait of the bois bach, every week, in 2014”
Robb | “Let’s go to the beach each, Let’s go get a wave”…ten minutes later we were on our way back to the caravan because it was just too cold!
Alfie | His hands on his head, nose all scrunched up as he watches the teddy slip from the claws once again. Bechod, de.
Friday night we did our annual ‘pick up nain and taid and bring them home’ trip. As they don’t drive, my brother Dion, takes them there and the bois bach and I go down to join them for their last night there and bring them home on Saturday. We always look forward to this. What’s not to like? Fish n chips by the sea, spending all of nain and taid’s money in the arcades, penny sweets…and that’s just me!
And being woken up on the Saturday morning by the smell and sound of bacon sizzling! Un da ‘di Jen! x
Bois bach, de chi werth y byd xxx