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.