We’ve come on holiday to a little house with a hot tub.
I’ve brought my knitting, but I haven’t added a single stitch to it. I thought I’d knit in the car but we had a singalong instead. Not that I can’t do both, but I really committed to the singing on this occasion. So I suppose Promenade is on holiday too? Sometimes you just have to take your knitting to a new location for a bit.
We’ve done board games, drinks in the hot tub, and films on the giant TV. It’s What’s Inside and The Wrath of Becky, if you’re into films. Not light, family viewing but we enjoyed them! We’ve also eaten many snacks, including a great cullen skink at the local pub.
There’s a brook flowing out the back of the house, right by the hot tub. The sound of it is indescribably nice.
