WIDOMSH - ctd...

Part 1: Camping

Days 4-10 Things Improve and We Start Having a Good Time
We have some very interesting camping neighbours. The first couple of nights we are opposite Peter Stringfellow, his blonde leggy wife, three impossibly blonde and beautiful children and more (blonde, beautiful) cousins. They are friendly but a bit shouty with the kids. Eg

Lizzie: (thinks) ahh, peace, lake, view, mountains, nice, rest, lov..
Peter: NANC-EH!!! PUT THAT DOWN NOW, AH MEAN IT!! YOU'LL BREKKK IT!

They also like to stay up and drink lager and yabber til the small hours, occasionally breaking into song:

Lizzie: I think they might be in bed now ...some kip at last..zzzz
Peter et al: LIE-LA-LIE! LIE,LA,LIELIELIELALIE, LIE-LA-LIE...and HERE IT IS, MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERY-BODY'S HAVING FUUUUUUUN!

I forgot to pack earplugs and it would seem, my sense of humour. Still, I missed Peter and his family when they were replaced with the shy Germans who didn't say much at all.

The rain stopped; we spent the rest of the week dipping in and out of a crystal blue lake; Emma played with sticks and in puddles and became best friends with the Dachshund (thanks for the offer of vengeance, though BBH) and we all ate far too many baguettes and runny, de-lish-ous unpasturised cheese. Naughty, BAD pregnant lady!