Hannah’s happy to have a quiet and remote place to conduct her studies.
It’s how she spends most of her afternoons now that the school year is coming to an end, examining relics from our Selvadoradan trips.
Cleo took up jogging. She confided in me that she would like to join one such trip one day, but she thinks she’s not quite fit enough. I prefer not to tell her Hannah and I were wholly unprepared the first time we went to Selvadorada.
Cyril has zero wish to join an adventure in the jungle. He’s more about eating fruit crumble by the swimming pool on sunny afternoons. Can’t blame him — it looks really comfortable.
I mean, handwashing the laundry does count as exercise, Cleo, but you do know we have a machine for that?
Hannah’s got more and more books relating to archeology. Even her dad’s snoring can’t get her out of her concentration.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 