Of all their visitors, Peter was the one that wanted to go to the beach the most. And we only got one day of sunshine, the day he left. He didn't fly out until early afternoon so we grabbed a quick trip to the beach before we had to take him to the airport. We soaked up what sun we could, and no better way than Cavendish beach, one of the best on the island.
Graham couldn't wait to get into the water, couldn't even wait to get off his clothes. Eve on the other hand, needed a little help from Peter to get into the water. She wasn't amused. She huffed, shook it off, and went back to building a sand castle with grandpa. Greta wasn't so sure about the sand, but she went along with it anyway. Peter buried her feet in the sand, that seemed to help a little.
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