Larry, Lenny, Lorraine and Armstrong

I was a bit grumpy yesterday morning. I think it's something to do with starting the homeward leg. Not that I don't want to go home - I love home and the life we have there; but it does mean a return of the to do list. Anyway, as Kevin said, we've still got ages; and in the scheme of things those sorts of grumps are entirely worth the fun of being away.

And we had a lovely day in the end. We didn't really know where we were when we woke up, as we'd arrived in the dark, but actually it's a very nice campsite, full of trees, and not too big. We had a quiet morning settling in, doing the water etc, then Kevin biked to get bread, and returned with it still warm, which we ate with barbecued prawns and salad. (Jemima and I had a lot of fun continuing a game started by Kevin where she talks to the food. She had a very jolly chat with Larry, Lenny, Lorraine and Armstrong the prawns - or crawns as she calls them - while she was devouring them). It was very hot and sunny - as hot as it ever gets in an English summer, and we had to get the awning out for shade (first time this trip, and we'd forgotten how to fix it - we had to ask a neighbour and it was in fact embarrassingly easy, but at least we got it fixed...).

Then a little walk around the town for Jemima to nap - a proper Sicilian fishing town with old men on benches in the square, and fishmongers or fishing shops on every street. Kevin and I had a drink at a cafe and watched the world go by for a while, before returning back to Beatrix. We had dinner in the campsite restaurant: a menu of Sicilian specialities including wine for €10 (not as good as the Spanish menus del dia we enjoyed so much, but still pretty good). Then back home to bed. All of us inexplicably tired, but no longer grumpy.

Playing - doctors and tea parties:

The town: