Not so little boys

A morning of driving what turned out to be a bus. We blithely ignored the car hire mans instructions not to go to Stintino. Turns out he was spot on, at 10am it was absolutely rammed and vile. We left and went here instead. The boys spent a happy two hours exhausting themselves on the inflatable stuff out at sea. Then we made a retreat back to our happy place, by the pool with books and white wine. That’s enough adventuring for everyone.

In the more hairy moments of the driving it was best to do lots of inane chatting. As a result I have a great present lined up for Ella’s birthday.....