I have many pictures over the years of these three walking along nattering. These days it is less interesting to get too close to understand the detail of their conversation - today it was 95% poke stuff.

We stayed up far to late talking crap last night, Hannah and I. Rosie likes to start trying to leave the tent at 5am to chase the newly quacking ducks. It was a slightly slower start as a result but we were all out by 10 for Whitstable adventure. We navigated ourselves expertly to the arse end of town, parked up and wandered around an aggregate factory. Then organised everything to get an Icecream, oyster and cockles elevensies then a goodly walk along the beaches and beach huts. Lunchtime at the lobster shack and then a driving adventure where we ended at the end of a dirt track with nothing else around except for massive houses. Obviously criminals, we beat a hasty retreat, bought fruit and sausages from a farm shop and came home. Now it is raining a spot, the boys are in the woods, Hannah and I are drinking red wine in the gazebo. People have arrived either side is us today with hundreds of tiny children- pfff.

Oh and some teenagers unplugged my phone from the charging thing today. And took a selfie on it - I shall track them down....