And . . . relax

We have a most fantastic weekend.  The weather had been forecast for wet, but in fact apart from a couple of inconsequential down-pours, it was sunny.

In fact, we all got sunburnt on the Saturday.

We have a BBQ on the beach Friday night, much to the delight of the Maggots (8 of them in total), and we went swimming, with wetsuits of course, being proud and soft and Southern, for a good couple of hours Saturday.  Half the group went up the hill before breakfast for their daily exercise, whilst yours truly took the opportunity to sit*.  In short, everyone did what they wanted to do, and nothing more.

The only slight blip was that Saturday night, we had one of the wardens come over to say that someone had rang their emergency line, complaining about our Maggots playing football and rounders on the grass by our pitch.  Sour pusses.  To me, if kids having fun outside is not the essence of camping, then I don't know what is.

David and Samantha had to leave Saturday at 9pm due to David getting his dates mixed up, having to go to the Festival of Speed on the Sunday.  This made his Maggots sad, but in the round, it was not too obtrusive.

This weekend we are away at an Engagement Party, between LO's cousin and his soon-to-be fiance, and it is going to be a traditional Ghanan affair, so really not sure what to expect.  We are staying away for the night, which our Maggots love, and may venture in to the Capital on the Sunday, what with the England football team and Andy Murray out of their respective competitions. 

The only slight cloud is that LO may be coming down with something.  We should know more tonight as to her state of health.

have a great weekend, speak next week.

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* and not even to think