We actually went a few weeks ago, but I left my camera with my mother and only just got it back.
Early morning playing (I made that mat, I must remember to show it to you one day. Isn't it just the ugliest fabric ever? Teddy adores it).
Not actually his bed.
We went to see the torch relay in Totnes.
There it is.
Camping really is the best thing to do with kids - they're so shattered that they sleep at night (except, of course, the one evening Daddy goes to the pub for a drink, but let's gloss over that), they can roam free 95% of the time, there are a very limited number of hazards on a campsite, and even if it rains (which it didn't, all week, this time) as long as you've got a big tent (we need a bigger one for next year!) you can still find something to do. Hurrah for camping!
I took a load of hand piecing, which I didn't take a single photo of, but I'll show you it at some point soon. I'm quite pleased with it.