There goes the neighbourhood...

Back from our hols on the Isle of Wight, or Island of White, as various members of the family would have it. Here's the accommodation, it is as great as it looks. It was down a long and winding dirt track, past a farm house, through a gate and then on down towards the sea.

There were 15 or 20 similar shacks, all tucked away in their own corners along the, some were little more than modified sheds, others were old railway carriages and some looked rather grand.

The view across the bay was quite something. We want our own shack.

Not got many pictures yet because we've gone analogue with our photography and haven't sent the films off yet. It's quite exciting. More pics soon, then.

Oh, and the tooth fairy paid us a visit while we were away. Olive now has no front teeth.

Visiting

June already? May seems to have passed us by as anyone still bothering to look here will be painfully aware. So... May? Nothing happened until the last day, last Saturday, when we did the London sightseeing tour with the children.

It was a Luke's request. He wanted to see a 'henchman' (translation: those soldiers who wear bearskin hats), so we did Buck House, St James Park for lunch, wandered over the The National Gallery and then took a stroll over the river and down the South Bank to The Tate.


Above is what our babies would look like if they were little London people. Gosh eh? And below is one that will raise a smile with a few people. Olivia stood outside The Brunswick...


Had a great day, really made me miss London - don't think the wife felt the same though. I think it was the book stalls outside the NFT that did it.