At home in Crugny.

Well, it was a restful day. Occasional sun, but loads of rain. I think it's the first really foul weather we've had since iceland. But a good thunderstorm is fun in its own right. 

There were water fights,

Play-doh time,

Sheets of rain poured down

Right onto the swimming suits that were drying out. 

A scratch paper book was created. 

That was Sunday, day 42.