Children?? Gather ye close. I have to do my obligatory holiday Hive post!
I bellowed from where I stood in the lounge of our holiday lodge.
The family trailed in from the other rooms and assembled.
What do you mean, the obligatory holiday Hive post, Daddy-Bear?
The Good Lady said with a quizzical face which looked somewhat like a red mullet mouthing at a particularly tough piece of seaweed.
It's quite simple, lass. Every Hivean when they go on holiday must post photos of their experience. There is no getting out of it. It's written in the Hive contract.
I nodded sagely as I spake of the holy compact with the Blockchain. It was rumoured that those who broke it were doomed to an eventual death.
Well, hoots bananas Daddio. We best get you out there hiving!
Exclaimed the Good Lady understandingly.
Yes, there are the odd gaps in between the rain storms. We must venture out. Out into the watery madness of a Scottish summer.
And with that, I led them out and into the outsides.
We tromped down from our lodge to the first beach.
After a seaweedy start and a dead seal it improved further in.
I spotted a gash in the rocks face and knew that was where we must go.
After all what was a holiday without some gash beckoning?
The path was long and hard and the children begged for mercy but there was none to be had. The Blockchain demanded its posting.
I didn't ask to be a hero.
And finally, after much gash and greenery. The beach!
As you can see, in Scotland we go to the beach fully clothed as it is nine hundred degrees below zero.
Sometimes when the sun came out a bit more I would boost the blues in my photos to make them look more happy.
And at the end of the day there was always wine to cheer me up.
Unbelievably, tomorrow promises a weighty fifteen degrees Celsius.
Surely no one can survive such heat? We might even have to take our coats off!?
