The nordics have gone. They left with my mum this morning after an early swim for (almost) all and a crepes and hot chocolate at the kilted frog.

We need now to sort and pack and get ready for the week ahead. Fold up beds and wash sheets, take back library books and put the bike racks on. My lovely husband is standing in as a coach for two sessions of swimming this afternoon and one tomorrow morning and then, then we are off to the east neuk of Fife for a few days of nothingness.