Greg is playing house. He is so orderly and I'm so not! He's built an extension today to protect us from the rain and he's sweeping up! He even brought me coffee and fresh blueberries in bed!
You know, if we had the money and he had the materials in his hands he would be in his element building a little cottage for us. Gets that from his Dad. Nothing would be too much trouble if it involved building his own home and caring for it. I wonder if I could find an amazing DIY kit home and a block of land by the river. He would be set.
Perhaps I'm getting a bit carried away now.... I have a habit of doing that when I'm on holiday.
As I sit here I see hundreds of concentric circles on the rivers surface from the gentle rain falling and the temperature has dropped even lower. The crickets, cicadas and birds are chirping a chorus, the odd fly buzzes by and a duck I've named 'Curious' wads around our campsite for scraps.
I'd tell you more but I'm starting to sound like Beatrix Potter.
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