We went to the shore. Not Southsea which is south - we went east towards Langstone. Over the other side of a busy roads (and one of the main thoroughfares into Portsmouth) was a lovely quite, restful shoreline.
This is the road side:Looking towards Hayling Island:
Looking towards Portsdown Hill:
The idea was a bug hunt and Mary had a 'map' she had drawn for us to tick any creatures that we saw. I didn't see any googly-eyes at the shore but we did see lots of weeny crabs that I failed miserably to catch for closer inspection.
We went home via a park as despite a lovely walk and exploring Mary still wanted to 'play' as she put it. We said hello to the animals at the park and found that the hens took a shine to Mr BBB cooing (or whatever hens do) at him and following him round.
The ducklings were very cute and the goat a lot bigger than I remembered.
I was a time and we were all exhausted back at home.
Note: if the tide is coming in quickly think of a plan before you are cut off. Mr BBB jumped up on the wall and I remained at the bottom to help hoist up the child. Unfortunately Mr BBB was incapable of hauling up 11 stone of me and I was too unfit to scale the wall. Do not worry I walked a longer way and found another route up. But the people in the boats learning to sail must have had a good laugh.
Before I forget..the catbus.
On the way home which seemed so long, we stopped on a train bridge to see the trains. I was so tired, Mary was tired, Mr BBB was tired. I thought wouldn't it be wonderful if the catbus came and picked us up (google it). I shouted for it, Mary shouted for it, Mr BBB nearly died of embarassment, but it never came. Maybe a railway bridge was the wrong place to wait. Do you know where the catbus stops?