One Night Only

A return to Little Tuscany for one night only. I was determined the girls would get the use of the we wetsuits I coughed up for.
The weather has been pants!
Bakers lunch- collective ooo's as the cake boxes opened.
Beach walk in the drizzle.
Visit from s-in-law and nieces.
Out for tea and a pitcher of Porn Star Martini (aka heartburn in a pitcher).
Oor Wullie finding.
Back to the campsite to our luxury shed. But as Floss said "At least we're all together."