Seeing seals in the water.
Walking along the estuary, looking at birds in the sun.
Reading and napping in the sun and out of the wind.
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Getting to Fam Camp.
Cleaning the penis off the board.
Fred running up to me.
A beautiful lake.
Discovering my delayed train meant I met another delayed train that got me into London on time.
Getting home before Jonny and having a shower and sorting out my shit.
Sue thinking we had to get to the kids park for 1pm to catch the train.
Dad coming down the slide and almost going balls first into Hannah.
Ben farting on video.
Fake Christmas – with songs and presents. Love giving homemade presents to people.
The three kids having bucket baths.
Everyone together for the awards ceremony, with a new award for Eileen and Maurice.
Being with all the family at Fam Camp. Han was happy to be here, Fred played with all of us, the sun is out.
Sitting around a camp fire laughing with Soph, Holly and mum.
Being in the countryside, smelling fresh air, being in a field with sheep.
A delicious Bakewell pudding from Bakewell
The textile museum
A walk along the river
Blighty brunch with the core besties. That iced coffee saved me.
Some train texts on the way to Fam Camp.
Sitting around the fire with my family, wearing my walking boots and chatting to some family members that don’t normally get the chance to speak. And singing about bananas and big fat ponies.
‘You should never shoehorn things into a vagina’
A delicious lunch at Ross-On-Wye
Learning some Dutch. Ik ben een vrouw.
Walking over the Malvern hills
Volleyball as the sun sets
Sitting round the fire, under the stars, with my cousins. Talking about vaginas, nipples and tit tape.
Sunbathing
Kayaking
And a babe of a beer with the close knits when Han arrived.
The beautiful Fam Camp campsite, with three lakes, amazing wooden huts and all the sun.
Cousin Sophie.
Going to buy a camping heron with Ben.
The goat kneeling on its elbows to eat.
Fam Camp. Seeing all the family again.
Singing songs around the beach campfire.
Three little things 