Day Three

Today was the forecast of heavy rain. So we headed down into town to see the harbour. 

Down to the sea defences along the promenade. To see the 'furry animals' that lived in the rocks Grandad Peter told us about. As I looked up the bleak landscape which didn't look unlike the moon, I was just saying to Mike 'there is no way anything lives here.. When a small furry popped up. 

Quite tame. 

Jack of course loved it!

Mike scrabbled about to get the pap lens out for some close ups. The chip monk came up and had a sniff at the lens. #fail