Well, we survived! Every time we go to England Chris manages to gather a willing group of friends and parades us all down to the beach. Typically, no matter which beach we choose, it is about 50 degrees with very strong icy wind and rocks instead of sand, but in spite of it all Chris can always convince several of the more daring souls to traipse down with him into the freezing cold water for a swim! Peanut and I prefer to stay bundled up on the beach thank you very much daddy, but we still manage to have a good time!
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