Bear Grylls eat your heart out. Son number two has established base camp in a corner of the Aunby meadow, tucked behind one of the new oak trees. He has mined through undergrowth and created a leafy cavern. Bit muddy underfoot, but he has excellent view of the bridleway through the hedge at knee height. He did try and appropriate my brand new second-hand prada satchel as looking quite 'Bear' like. Thankfully I intercepted that. He now has a compadre here, and I feel the rest of the afternoon will be stake-out, followed by cook-out.
Poppies are looking gorgeous, somehow surviving the rain.
Daughter number one skyped this morning from Laos, enjoying tubing, in a muddy river. She woke this morning with a bed full of ants, not a problem we have had to deal with here in Aunby, yet.