Final full day in this campsite. Tomorrow we head inland a bit. Final opportunity to do the jungle trail - but I won't be. The man who runs it is horrible and shouts at young girls who panic; imagine what he would say to an old woman. Younger Son and Nuora were in the playground (underneath the trail) and listened to him. Then they said, 'You are not going on that!' So I agreed. Phew.
A red squirrel ran across the roof of the caravan opposite. Very excited.
The courier came to clean the empty caravan and the woman in the van next to her said, 'It is filthy under our bed. I just wanted you to know that it's not our dirt. It was here when we got here.'
Younger Son and Nuora fly home today. We have had a lovely week in the sun with them. The campsite is huge and very family orientated with six swimming pools including three enormous paddling pools with slides and showers and tunnels. GrandSon4 is a complete water baby who loved it and never wanted to come out. 'Come on the slide, Granny!' It appears I have the second least slidy bum in the world: Husband takes first prize. While everyone else goes shooting down we end up like beached whales halfway down.
Now let's see if I can remember how to add photos.
Internet keeps disappearing so I'll try again later.
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