It was warm enough for the splashpark to be tempting. I wasn't wearing trunks but who cares, certainly not any of the other kids there. I found an empty water bottle, an ace of splashpark currency, and teamed up with diverse random kids to play some kind of attack-chase for hours.
In fact one of them became my friend so much, we arranged to meet up at Canoe Lake and informed his mother of our decision.
Admiring the large motorcycle rally by the D-Day museum, we beat Nikolai to the lake and I scouted out a suitable fishing location. He got the bacon, bucket, crab-line and net, and I ordered him around a lot.
After 6 hours out of the house, we cycled home and Jof phoned to say where've you been. She had got in an hour and a half before but we'd left the front door chain on so she couldn't get in. These are the trials and tribulations of (leaving by the side gate on the bikes) and being bears of very little brain.
She'd sat on the garden wall for a bit but gone to the Nudist beach to find us and been treated to the sight of some people getting friendly on the beach.
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