This weekend saw Mr D and I head out to a wedding ‘do’. The boys were playing in the evening, and we were very kindly put up in a a hotel right across the road from the venue for the night. Oh the life of rock stars hey?. All we had to do was promise to not throw the TV out the window. How hard could it be?
Luckily, it was a very warm evening, it would have been a wee bit on the cosy side had the entertainment moved indoors.
With the free bar seemingly bottomless and measureless much enjoyment was had, then I snuck up to bed in the early hours to partake in the lovely surroundings.
AKA lolling about drinking tea and eating complementary home made cookies before the Mr got in with the munchies.
Sunday, I drove home as Mr D had stayed up with the friendly night porter and after a quick cuppa we decided to go for a walk along the prom.
This photo was taken on the way back early evening, there wasn’t many places along the beach with no one on it. I haven’t seen it packed like that in forever, and I did a fair bit of cringing at the red skin. No sympathy from me if they are suffering today.
Hope your weekend was wonderful!