Another lovely day,
another trip to the beach for volleyball and a swim. The water was
dead, dead flat and a bit chilly but staggeringly clear. We were
greeted on the way home by our friendly Greek granny (Kate informs me
that she's actually Johannes's sister), who expressed her disbelief
once again that we were still swimming – even going so far as to
demonstrate the number of layers she was wearing (still including a
scarf). Kate and I were walking ahead of the girls, so we gave her
Zoe's fleece and she walked down and handed it over, admonishing both
girls for their irresponsibility as she did so.
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