Started the day with a full English fry-up, which means we are now all lying around like well-fed lions.

Trying to decide what to do... We chose a picnic in the field next to the Thames - just watching the world (and some rather lovely boats) go by. Washed down with cider, beer and followed by Champagne & Strawberries.

Whilst the kids and I were playing boules, a passing walker asked if the chocolate lab was mine. "No", I said, "He belongs to my friend", pointing in the direction of our picnic blanket were I noticed Roger was straddled Anne; presumably in some advanced Pilates pose. The woman, unfazed, began to quiz Roger on the breeding of his hound but for some reason Roger's mind went blank and it took a while to get the story from him, during which he discreetly slipped down to lay beside his wife. I tried not to laugh but failed miserably.
Tracey surprised us joining in with the alcohol, quaffing very nearly a pint of pear cider during the afternoon. Then came the kite flying which was hilarious; Anne and Tracey flouncing across the field shouting "It's up!"... We ended with a challenging game of one-batting-over cricket, which Megan won with a total of 5 runs not out!

Shame there was no umpire!

As we cleared up, Roger gave his impression of a big fat gypsy wedding dress...
Back at camp, we took down the awnings to avoid the morning dew, and set about BBQing steak, burger, salmon and sausage. I created a monster BBQ from a recycled tray, which got so hot it cooked steaks in a couple of minutes... Just a pity I left them on there for 10.
Going home tomorrow, sadly. Had a great weekend with great friends, and we must do it again soon.
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