For the Jubilee weekend we headed down south for a weekend of camping…. in the rain…. and the mud.
Cold and wet.
Warming our arses by the fire.
Splish splash spilsh splash!
Reuben decided to jump into every single puddle on the way to the pub, because my dad made him cry by stopping him jump in the first puddle. It’s good to know little kids have a sense of spite.
JUICE POWER! SANDWICH POWER!!!
Reuben has sticked.
The graffiti carving is so old in this part that moss has grown out from it.
Although there were carvings all over this temple, the fact that it was carved into the stone added something to it and it didn’t seem to ruin it, like a lot of graffiti.
Chloe was here.