
Shot up the van on Friday afternoon with Clive in tow as the girls come to the end of their summer holidays - was really looking forward to seeing everyone again and had big plans for the night but after one can was in bed zzzzzzzzzz by 10 o'clock. Its a funny thing being home on your own - everything peaceful in the house - no knees in your back at bed time but you know somethings not right and walking around the house at all hours through the week seems to have

Saturday comes and with Ann and John due later on after a wedding on Saturday morning normal harmony/chaos of caravan life is restored - so is the weather to utterly foul so what else is there to do - me and Clive go up the club to watch some rugby. After last weeks episode we restrict ourselves to 4 pints but the effect is virtually the same as eventually after trying valiantly to stay awake for the duration another early night beckons. This does not stop everyone getting through a healthy amount of wine but it has been a long week.
Sunday morning and the weather has completely changed although the wind is quite strong. I go for a walk along the beach on my own which is fantastic place when everthing is so quiet - for the first time since we've been here I get to see some terns diving into the water although

Aunty Cath is coming to stay next week so after a lovely cooked dinner its time to scrub up the van and leave things ship shape for her visit and also leave the impression that the van is always this tidy..... ahem. This meant we didn't leave until lateish which got even later for the Murphys as I insisted on following my new toy (

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