ROSEISLE BARBECUE

 Summertime, so it must be time for a barbecue! So sure enough off we went from Findhorn to Roseisle for just such a thing. A nice warm day, with the promise of a bit of rain, which did not materialise. So that set the seal on the day - and here they are basking in the sun on the beach - honest. It took a bit of thought to get that link.

More beach belles.

 Life's a beach. 

Moving swiftly on, erosion is not all bad for housebuilding. At least not if you're a sand martin. 

 Some atmospheric beach photos, just to show we did notice what was going on around us - or at least some of us did.

Nothing atmospheric about this one, though. Jimmy taking his ease on a tree. I have seen him do that on the golf course as well!

He then climbed into an old pill box on the beach. Of course, at his age, he often resorts to the pill box.

 Soon we arrived at Roseisle and it was time to set up the barbecue.

Man try to make fire.

 Man try to help.

 Men make fire!

Women make things look pretty.

Man swinging through the trees.

Man tries to save fire.

Man watches man trying to save fire.

 Picasso still life entitled "Recumbent naked woman with bottle and yoghurt". 

Man fails to save fire.

Man makes cash from pile of stones.

All sitting up straight at the table waiting for the food to burn on the outside while staying resolutely cold and pink in the middle.

 All burnt out and no food poisoning that anyone would admit to. 

However, the lack of silver service is just too much for Pam.

Time for games. Susan and Sharon cannot decide whether it should be catch-ball or hug a tree!

 It was catch-ball, but no-one could actually see the ball.

Oh! There it is just flashing by Jacque. 

 Maureen invents a new game - leap frog catch-ball. 

Sharon tries to catch the ball, not knowing that it is hiding beside the tree.

Not quite sure how to caption this one.

" Oh come on everybody! It really isn't that difficult ".

" On me 'ead son, on me 'ead."

" Please, please, throw the ball to me, please. "

Jacque jumps for joy after catching the ball for the first time.

Well actually, she was skipping. There was a lot of skipping and, it must be said, a lot of wobbling - and it wasn't just Jacque.

Once the skipping finished it was time to go home and watch the golf on the telly. Once again we had a great time and I really preferred to take the photos rather than take part in the games! Thanks to Susan and Robin for arranging the walk and for providing the fire for the men to stand around and look at.