I don't say much about this but we have more cake for later on.

We'd hunted high and low for a village called Assais the other day, on the look out for a highly touted restaurant called the Ladybird. We drove round and round. We scoured the paper-foldy-map thing and dredged the SatNav database, but couldn't find it anywhere. At one point Grace even asked where le coccinelle is it?

In the end, we had to endure the disgrace of actually having to ask for directions at "Reception", or Checkpoint Joan as it's more colloquially known.

Anyhow, today we found it and enjoyed a lunch of salade du mer, assiete oriental, creme caramel and tarte abricot. Tres Bon. Not St Generoux, but very nice.

This morning, Arthur and Merri "painted pots" in the activity wing. Arthur created a passable Polish passport in the name of Artus Differsjki, whilst Merri fashioned a simple Heckler and Koch G36 assault rifle from some willow and a length of raffia.