Oh dear, peeps, I am continuing my obsession with shorts. Just how did I survive without them? Some weeks ago I was sort of challenged to wear them and show my knees
and the rest is Pouting Pensioner history.
So, I'm invited to a BBQ at the little marina where the cat sitters' boat is berthed. What do I choose to wear? Shorts, of course. Or not-so-shorts, as I tend to call them as my selection of beige, white and denim "shorts" barely creep above the knee.
Which is no bad thing.
Next beige chino shorts and longline camisole; Magasin ecru/black stripey top. And birkies.
Pretty much my uniform through August.
A H&M denim shirt (ancient) thrown over for after-sundown warmth.
Filled with a mix of local and visiting boats.
We had drinks aboard our friends' boat.
Then on to the BBQ.
It's an annual event. The marina lays on a load of burgers and sausages, chicken kebabs, BBQ ribs etc and an amazing array of salads. Extremely good live music in the dancing tent. Bouncy castle and games for the kiddies. Beer tent and soft drinks. All free.
Donations are collected for a charity, this year for MacMillan Nurse who provide palliative care for cancer patients - a very worthy cause.
Well done, Beaucette Marina for putting on a great event and raising money for charity.
What a great night. Thank you, sweet cat sitters, for inviting us.
We'll be back next year!
A la perchoine, Beaucette Marina!