devonday1
up at 3.45am
on the road half an hour later.
sons laughing at every little thing, hysterically.
arrived at mr harry borden's in d.d.d.d.devon, by 8am
missing the half term holiday (hell) commute.
bruce willis harry of the borden, fred and z
z was in awe of harry's son, fred, who can do backward twisting somersaults on his tramploine
and play the drums
and play pool
and he's the master of many computer games: he's cool.
then drove 50 miles futher north to final holiday destination:
the same house on the same private beach we've often stayed at before.
me, maximum and z got straight into wetsuits and straight into the sea.
taught maximum how to tread water.
mum-mum and dad-dad, brother mark and nina arrived later.
ps. i'd forgotten just how retarded and third world this part of devon is.
zero phone signal and virtually no usable wifi anywhere.
posts will be sporadic at best
grrrr
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