Jul surveying the kiting

Group having tea

Liv powering along (possibly walking backwards)

Jul suffering a bout of Delerium Ts (check out the green tendrils he thinks are coming to get him)

Rio

I vividly remember seeing this long haired maestro rushing towards his own goal on repeated occasions hoping against hope he might manage to retrieve the ball he had just let through; but he never seemed to have enough speed to play ‘catch up’, never mind do what he was signed for.

What an era. Did I ever mention the poetic quality exhibited by Beardsley and Cole?

We were at Bracklesham Bay taking photos of Rio when a Cross Channel swimmer apparently sponsored by Newcastle United and sporting their new one piece polyester, ‘close-hug’, ‘away-style’ strip crossed our path.

Imagine our surprise when only a few minutes later he reappeared, muttering something about the cheapskates having used substandard glue to hold the pieces of his swimsuit together.

Looking out of the kitchen window, I spotted this creature stretched out on a branch basking in the rays of the sun. After we had all examined him – or her – at close quarters, he – or she – slid away in an upwards direction, disappearing from view in the top of a tree.

This is an aquaduct.

It can be traversed by those on bicycles or by foot. However, there are no railings and the drop is sheer and very high.

I preferred to walk over this one.

We took a trip by canoe, and saw much wildlife.

We all took turns looking after the infants.

The sou pizza maker.

Bertha at Avignon airport.

Michou, Rio and Clemantine.

Around the pool.

Cooking lunch in the rain.

Sisters.

Husband and wife.

A jolly time was had by all, despite the chilly conditions.