Picnic

Woke to a house containing the seven teenagers who slept over after Miss L's goodbye party. They were great: moderate drinking and, with many of them being from the musical theatre company, lots of fine impromptu singing.

This afternoon was the annual "French" picnic to celebrate the birthday of one local French friend and enjoy the company of our friends from Montreuil who come over for the Fringe every year. One took out his accordion and played for us on the beach.