Crabby

We are attempting our first holiday as a family of four. This morning we're off to Bluestone - a bit like an independent Center Parcs, with much nicer accomodation and staff and in a beautiful part of the world. Well, officially we're going there tomorrow, today we're driving through Snowdonia to Aberystwyth (is there a harder place to spell in the UK?) to break up the journey.

I have done plenty of preparation for the mammoth undertaking that is a holiday with a toddler and a newborn. The solar-heated swimming pool can get a little chilly, so I've picked up a wetsuit for C and took her on a dry run (or should that be wet run?) to a local pool just to check she's going to enjoy the trips we have planned. We have enough vests and nappies to allow for all manner of potential sick or poo explosions, but not too many that we can't close the boot. Oh, and I've booked my husband onto a whiskey tasting session on Saturday night so I can watch the X Factor final in peace.

I haven't however prepare for crabs. Crabs you say, are they a major problem in the Greater Narbeth area? Why yes they are if you're my toddler. When asked whether he was looking forward to going swimming this weekend he said no. Surprised, I asked why. The crab Mummy! Crab? Yes, 'the crab, with two eyes, and wings like a butterfly and, and, and ... shoes and socks! I no like swimming with crabs'.

Well what can you say to that?