So much STUFF!

Had the most fun packed afternoon and evening. Met Lesley (ex of this parish) at the campsite, flung up tents- much to the entertainment of the campervan man opposite as we worked out (several times) Lesley’s new tent.

Then we set forth for a walk and a swim. In the rain. Was glorious while we were in, less lovely when out. Then to the pub for the football. It’s a v long time since I have sat in a pub and watched England win.

By this point, all rain had gone and we could get on with camping. So lots of food, drink and chat. And this duck. Who rocked up first, ate the pitta at which point his girlfriend arrived, also ate the pitta. Wouldn’t let him eat the tabouleh although she didn’t want it herself and then strutted off. When she got far enough away, he gobbled up the tabouleh as fast as he could. All of entertainment. And before you start saying they shouldn’t eat bread, none of us should. They RAN for the bread. And spat out the kale.

And extras, obvs.