Meanwhile we've been enjoying the more mellow natural wonders of Britain, including quite a lot of sunshine! Our nephews and nieces took us paddle-boarding around Weymouth, and while they wore wetsuits (this is still an English summer) some actual swimming and ice cream eating did occur.
There was no crime reported in Bedfordshire during our entire stay.
Back in Somerset Hannah partook in some wassailing, where trees are beaten/shot/sung at to remove evil. It's a West Country thing. Sadly, she wasn't very successful at dislodging some very tenacious spirits.
Down to Weymouth, and a trip to the beach involving five children, two cars, paddleboards, an inflatable unicorn...
All worth it when we got there.
Oliver: once a baby, now a teenager.
Hannah somehow gets Jacob to give her a personal tour of Weymouth harbour.
Grandma, who cannot be away from her Grandson for more than 36 hours without severe withdrawal setting in, came to join us.
Katharine made a brew - she's done this before.
A snapshot of the chaos.
Danger to marine traffic.
How do you feed this lot? With fish and chips!
Next day, and more feeding.
A spectacular work of nature.
Two spectacular works of nature.
Chips off the old block.
Swimming in the shallow end of the gene pool.
Pete takes his Grandad for a few quid after our return to Blandford.
