Marina

Every Saturday, there's a French Market down at the Marina. We cycled down this morning and ate our breakfast from the stalls. As you can see, the weather is fantastic. We made sure we were gone from there well before the idiot of a Prime Minister arrived...according to the local rag he's launching a boat from there today. His great smarmy cheese of a face would have ruined the day for sure.

The girls are getting more confident cycling on the roads. A big relief.

We also went to Tumbling class today, and the Husband played football, the last match of the season, and they won! He's a happy lad.

My folks came over for a visit which was nice. There's a new telly programme starting here for a second series tomorrow night, and they were asked to provide one of their cars for some of it. The locations weren't particularly convenient, so they put them on to one of their mates. Apparently one of the scenes came unstuck when they couldn't find the boot release latch inside the car. A 1960s Wolseley 6/110 doesn't have them...in fact I think it wasn't until at least the late 70s or even later that they came along.