went off exploring near the wigwam, found a huge empty beach but couldnt stop the children from following me like ducklings. mr frenchboy bravely attempted a swim. then off to the ice cream factory for adventure playground and a tasting session.

mmm

pissing with rain by the evening so we retreated to the cookhouse where i met an old colleague. as the rain bounced off the roof, the dunkirk spirit kicked in