It wasn't often that the Crawley family had the occasion of going on holiday; hell, it never happened. But this year was different; Caoimhe and Basil could bring their whole litter on holiday in France. It wasn't the dreamy southern side of the country where you could find lavender anywhere, but Brittany, and it wasn't half bad. It was similar to where they lived in multiple aspects: one of its stereotypes was that it rained all the time, and it was a Celtic nation, well, the Crawleys didn't exactly live in one, but the Burrow was close enough to Cornwall.

The whole family couldn't help but be thrilled; the kids even managed to convince a friend or two to choose the same location for the Holidays. With the exception of Arete and Aldric, Caoimhe had to bring them along as if they were already part of the family.

Now here they were, on the beach enjoying the warm sun and the ocean. Maybe it wasn't the sandy beaches in magazines, but it was more than enough for the family. And some of them seemed to like the beach more than others, for example, Leofric.

The ginger was playing in the water with his siblings, and when he wasn't, he was strutting onto the sand. He was easy on the eye, and he knew it, so why not make it to his advantage?