This guy was up every morning (ok, most mornings) at 530am. At first it was too much. After the first…second…third early morning I began to go bed at a decent hour. Joking! I began to really appreciate our time together at the beach. The early mornings are quiet. The beach is cool and the ocean is warm. My wee Charlie could prance around nude to his heart’s content and we didn’t have to struggle over the application of “sun cream“.

Cheers to our little nude monkey. Now that we’re home he’s more than welcome to start sleeping in.