summer

We put up the bell tent this morning, with the sides up and everyone made their own pizza. And we picnicked. It was almost to hot to eat- but somehow we managed to polish it off. Such a good Sunday, holiday feel. We all found old shoes and paddled down the bief to finish clearing the unwelcome weeds. Nell held my hand, occasionally piping up with things like 'fun', 'stick', 'me too' . Just enough chat to remind us what a lovely day it was.

Later even Mattie got tense listening to the last game of the Murray win at Wimbledon. Pretty momentous. Nell just bounced around in a blown up inner tube and ate chocolate pudding- 'eat'. Early bed.