Jumping

While walking around Rosehearty today, a little Scottish town I lived in when I was little, Eric and I decided we were going to start a Couples Jumping League.  We did some practice jumping, and feel we are going to be pretty stiff competition.  (Owen is our official photographer.)

At Fraserburgh beach, a place my family visited often when I was my monkeys’ ages, Eric invented another jumping game.  We found our entire family has a knack for the sport…

After Owen’s initial timid jump, he went crazy and jumped over and over again. (The sand was very fine, it was more like landing in flour than sand.  It was so soft!)  It is not often that he just lets loose and risks safety, it was exciting to watch.

 

Jack was not so keen on the sport.

Maumau felt as though she couldn’t be left out of the game, so she joined in.