Trebouchettes, rain and oxymorons

Rain, rain, rain - splish, splash, splosh.

Weather forecast this morning:

So wet weather activities required. I know I said that a little rain was comforting (for dowsing flames) but honestly a little less wouldn't go amiss.

It was, however, dry for much of yesterday, so we swam, slept in the car, visited a castle, slept at the castle, slept in the car, swam (inside because too cold and damp out) and slept and ate. A lot of collective sleeping!

The castle: Mediaeval fortress with trebouchettes (enormous catapults for flinging death and destruction at the enemy) and a labyrinthe of spiral stairs, narrow corridoors and stone cells ... claustrophobia rising with every step.

All a bit too much for little legs ...

And so to today ... too cold to canoe, too wet for tennis, so swimming and shopping on the agenda.

Apparently, its warmer and drier at home.

As for that oxymoron ... later perhaps.

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