On a farm, up north

After lots of rain, we arrived.

We're staying in a quaint tent, on an organic farm.

We read by candlelight, and have already fed the calves.

Here is Arture, christened by Son#1 , our rent-a-bunny for the week.

The husband and I drank coffee and played gin rummy outside, 

whilst being devoured by the mosquitoes.

Poor Arture who has to stay outside.

Perhaps he'll be a sucked-out little furry shell by morn.

Tomorrow a pony ride for the boys, and I'm buying a fly swatter.
Exciiiiiiitement!

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