This was taken while travelling at some speed in my brother's VW Passat as Black Sabbath's Iron Man blared out of the speakers. We were on our way to West Wittering beach near Chichester, a place I will definitely be returning to before long I hope. It's a beautiful stretch of sand and dunes - long enough not to be crowded even when it's a scorching Saturday in mid-September and thousands of people must have had the same idea as us: to make hay while the Indian summer sun shines. We were camping, for one night only, at a site called Stubcroft Farm, not far from East Wittering. There were 11 kids, seven dads and not a mum to be seen (although Oskar and Marni's very much wanted to be there). Just as well it was just one night I think - it could have all gone very badly wrong if we'd had two nights like Saturday. Let's just say single malt whisky and leave it at that shall we? All told it was a great success - it was particularly wonderful seeing the cousins getting on so well.
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Like the picture very much. Couldn't see them in the mirror.
btw, it's Stubcroft farm
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