Sundays. Fun days. I actually really like the Sabbath although the idea of a day of rest is a great, big, stinking lie - at least in our house. Having said that compared with the other six days Sundays are a more relaxed family kind of day. The rainbow of relaxation tends to lose its pot of gold towards the middle of the afternoon and by dinner time its gone. Quite simply, Sunday afternoons are guilty by association suffering from their proximity to Monday mornings. But this Sunday I decided to milk every last minute of the joy of the weekend. The destination was Raby Bay which despite its relative proximity is a place I've never visited. My mate Google recommended the foreshore at Raby Bay as a nice dog and family friendly destination so we set off for a late afternoon beach jaunt. Good plan. It was a pretty much perfect afternoon for a paddle. It may not be the best beach in the world but it sure beats folding washing or fighting over homework.