Well, it didn’t rain, the boys are natural beachbums, wineboxes are much smaller than I remember them and so long as you look hard enough you can find stitchy goodness everywhere.
We are back from Mwnt near Cardigan in Wales, staying with a girlfriend and her daughter in a MASSIVE caravan. I haven’t been in a caravan since I was about 10. Very evocative. Very chatty. Just what the doctor ordered.
One day we went to a rather eccentric butterfly centre nearby. Brilliant. Even a screaming Little One couldn’t spoil it (too much). And look! A quilted chapel!! This was a wallhanging at the centre. Quilts make me very happy.
I was going to write more but our toilet exploded tonight. I will draw a veil over the aftermath….
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