The bunkhouse

Well, we all made it safely to our weekend destination. I've grabbed the pick of the accommodation ... the rest of the family will just have to content themselves in the bunkhouse!


"I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there,
A hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade."

(W. B. Yeats - from The Lake Isle of Innisfree)