George didn't want to do it.
We made him take us.
Clean, cold air, empty beach, plenty of sunshine. It was wonderful.
Sandcastles were built, seashells admired and exclaimed over. Spirits refreshed and batteries recharged.
George had a wonderful time - so did Davina, Harry and I.
We love beaches in the winter and so does George.
The difficult bit is getting him to stop work for an hour!