October Sophie

October Holiday

Another month, another holiday so the saying goes. I spent last week at Pappy and Maggie's house in the Suffolk countryside. I helped Pappy get the honey from his bees, well I watched while Pappy put on his white bee suit and messed about with the bees. This year he has about 3 buckets of honey, its very different in colour and taste to last year - its very dark and has a pungent honeyness about it. I have Pappy's honey on toast and crumpets and in porridge, as well.

Not sure if I mentioned this before, but it was my birthday last month and I was THREE. This is a present from Grandma and Grandad. I like Art.

Dads being sporty

The Dads were sporty on the beach of Ses Salinas outside the Sa Trinxa bar,

shortly before the infamous "bucket rage" scene, where Charlie just would not stop putting sand in my bucket of water. I got really foss/cross.

Es Vedra

On one of our last days we had a really lovely afternoon at this beach with a view of Es Vedra. I went for dinner with Mummy and Daddy at El Boldero and we ate paella. Yummy!

The villas:

Week One

Yeh Ibiza Rocks allright

Things have been a bit quiet on the blog of late whilst I was throwing some shapes at the big Ibiza clubs and mixing up a few choones. Also got in some sun bathing time with my mate Charlie. Uh- huh, I played the main room at Amnesia...

Bye Beverley

at grandma and grandad's house

I've eaten all of Daddy's breakfast!

My Mummy and My Daddy
A rare photo of Miss Sophie
My favourite food

warm sunshine on Hornsea beach

we went up North to visit Grandma and Grumps for a long weekend. Its actually a long way up there and of course we got stuck in traffic. We left at 11 a.m. and arrived at 5.30pm. I went to sleep alot as it was too boring to be awake. Mummy told me that for her share (2 and half hours out of 5) of the driving, Daddy talked on his mobile and they were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. So she was bored AND couldn't play any music or talk to anyone but her split personality, all she could do was grumble rudely under her breath about lawyers harping on.

this is me and my Grandma on the beach after we had fab fish and chips in Brandesburton - the best I have eaten ever.

Bank Holiday Sunday in Brighton

we went to Bridget & Mark's party on Sunday so spent a few hours wandering about the Laines in Brighton. I went on the merry go round in this big red bus - all by myself and I didnt cry. the amazing stretch pants are the ones which Daddy and Uncle Angus are going to wear in Ibiza when we all go there next week.

fun at the fair

bath time with baby Sophie

Mummy's birthday, Again

Black Forest Gateaux and Prosecco as she is a child of the 70's.

posing at the beach houses in Seaford

Sophie-Mofie

Seaford Esplanade

Our tour of English seaside resorts continues. The ice cream here was pretty good actually and alot better than the one from Southwold pier.

working the Lewes grungie look


pretty dorky looking, eh?

the slide that Pappy & Mummy built

that Sophie thinks she is so cute, well she cant do the Cute Face that I can do

"what about poor Scarlett?"

Baby-Shrek?

That was my most over used phrase last week.
Whenever Mummy gave Sophie any attention, I piped up with my mournful cry. If that doesn't grab Mummy's attention back, I invariably decide that I need to do poos-on-loos as soon as Sophie starts feeding. I am also getting good use of this face here which was where I cried for 20 minutes because I was thirsty and there was no pub in sight (many readers may sympathise, as this is a nation of drinkers), and then when we got to the pub Sophie wanted a drink too AND got her drink first.
Both Sophie and I decided to wail at full volume outside this lovely pub where grown-ups were trying to wind down from work stresses on a sunny Friday evening. I think Mummy was a bit embarrassed and Daddy was pretending he wasnt really there. Infact at one point it looked like he was trying to join another group of drinkers.
Good thing the no children in pubs rule of yesteryear has gone.

good old english beach holiday

a beautiful day, sun beating down and not a cloud in the sky, so we headed off to Southwold and we were prepared. I had my costume, strawberry towel, bucket, spade, starfish, sun cream, a chair for mummy and a big jumper. We didnt make it onto the sand as the wind was too blowy and too cold. So we walked on the pier (I didnt walk coz I had my buggy board) watched the Punch & Judy show and then bought an ice cream. The wind and the ice cream together meant we had to huddle for warmth somewhere, and that old grey shed did the job.