A walk through the woods. It wasn't raining at this point, but about 40 minutes later it hoofed it down.

We found the Lagg Hotel had a fire going.

Yes. A fire. In July.

The big little one's eyes did something weird which required a mum martyr (to be clear, that'd be me) dash back to the holiday house for anti-histamine.

Mum martyr returned bearing eye healing meds.

Eyes de weirdified.

Ham, egg n chips was my reward.

Excellent.

My trainers are still wet. I could actually wring them out. Popped them in the tumble dryer. What could possibly go wrong?