I thought it would be reasonable to go back to the car as I knew ds2 and ds3 (plus my mum and helper) were waiting to get in. Ds1 thought it was entirely unreasonable to be expected to do anything other than walk in exactly the opposite direction. We had a tussle, he punched me a few times in the neck (cue jaws dropping to floor from fellow beachees), bit his hands, screamed very loudly (just in case someone was missing the sidewhow "i could hear you but couldn't see you" as my Mum said later), then he got a nose bleed, I had to drag him across the sand, blah blah blah, lots of "oh my you're a big boy and shouldn't be making that sort of noise" type comments.
Usual day out.
Why do I never get used to it?????