but the children slept with Hearth-dog in a tent annexe (which felt like Wembley Stadium in comparison) so all worked out beautifully.
A forgotten sleeping bag complicated arrangements for Sunday evening, and it seemed odd to receive a winter coat as a birthday present on the hottest day of the year so far (though it was the one I wanted, not complaining.)
On Monday we spent the day at Shoreham beach, and Gilby, never one to run from a challenge, was first to dive into the waves.
His bold action occurred as Hearth-Father exclaimed, 'That's freezing! Only a lunatic would swim in there!'
'Time for a beach selfie,' said Hearth-Mother, desperate to capture photographic evidence of the whole family having fun together.
'No, Mum, I'm too cold,' protested Gilby through blue lips, goosebumps visible from twenty paces.
'Won't take a second, and then you can warm up.'
'Ok, but I might be blurry..' shivered Gilby.