For some reason I was allowed to take pictures of Louis yesterday. Even a selfie with me! This has been unheard of for sometime. Of course, tagging him on social media is still a big no-no. Hanging out with your mum is so uncool.
We went for a walk along that gorgeous pink granite coast with its amazing road formations. Louis likes to climb. I don't. Edmund Hillary I am not. Here he is on top of a monstrous turtle. The clouds give a clue about the weather. It's variable.
See what I mean about the clouds. Sometimes they spit thundery noises.
Here's my son again in the on site creperie. 'Why is there a ferret on your beer mum?' Then he spotted Ollie, an even lankier teenager, shooting past the window on his bike. He was so excited at the arrival of his friend that he didn't even want pudding. Mum-son bonding over then. I issued a bedtime curfew and he was off. The nature of my holiday has changed. It's a good job I'm happy with solitary.