Since we arrived it had been a plan to go for a walk around this pretty village. Not a difficult thing to squeeze in, you’d think, but somehow this simple plan was not to be realised. There’s an appropriate expression for these situations about the best laid men and mice. There simply wasn’t a spare hour where we weren’t somewhere or exhausted.
Probably just as well given the dampness of the season. Neither of us had the appropriate bootage to be able to step out of the main parts of the village and into the more interesting yet marshy bits.
We did, however, manage a short wander up to the house my parents are trying to acquire. We could only look in through the windows and at the large garages where I could store sooo much stuff. Only kidding.
After that we drove out to where my parents are currently living - in a campervan (RV) in a large caravan (trailer) park. Well they don’t live there for more than 5 days at a time because of the local regulations designed to stop the deadly menace of gypsies. It’s not very helpful for those people who are actually trying to take some pressure off the housing market by breaking up the chains, but that’s what you get from reactionary legislation.
The whole family!