Yay, they're back!

Picked up the kids today. They are grubby, knackered, all Ben's clothes are wet, none of Amelia's have been worn, the smell of woodsmoke permeates the house. They are full of tales of cargo nets and blindfolded walks and lighting fires on wet ground, of mud and wind, late nights and mosquito bites. Happy, happy kids.

I'm glad to have them home.