What memories are made of

Just back from 5 days of camping in Devon.  Loved it. Sleeping under the stars, cooking on gas and playing on the beach. George was in his glory running around with his 'big' cousins, surfing, swimming, digging, rockpooling, eating and, (amazingly) sleeping.  How I loved waking in the morning to see those beautiful beady eyes peering back at me full of anticipation of the day ahead.  First words of the day were generally "where are Jude & Charlie".