As today is the only day left of the holiday that has sun forecast we headed for the beach. It was great fun. Bear was gleefully digging holes, making sandcastles, spreading sand and getting soggy chasing the waves. DH wasn't far behind. Father had wisely decided to go shopping.
While father was making his way around the shops, we went back and had a lazy lunch and then back to the museum. I love Whitby Museum. I've blogged about it before. It is amazing. All the wonderful things jumbled up in a small space. The hand of glory (actual human hand) is only a few feet away fromVictorian butter pats, and not much further from a complete set of samurai armour which is on the way to the model boats made of bone by French Prisoners of War in the early nineteenth century. Bear was mostly concerned with the massive ichthyosaur skeleton and very disappointed that he couldn't measure the fossil crocodile.
The highlight of the visit to the museum for bear was the playground. The playground at Whitby Museum is really good and bear made full use of it. He was racing around for at least an hour, found a friend to have adventures with and generally had an amazing time. As I time, around 8pm, he is flat out asleep.
It has been a good day.