We have been incredibly strict on the boys while being here. On one day we did some numeracy from books brought from England, and made them stick stuff in journals and e-mail home. The next we had real lessons set up. We headed off in beach kit, stopped and hired surf boards, and made our way in blue tuk tuk with boards strapped to roof off road, cross country to the delightful Peanut Farm Bay. An almost deserted beach with a handful of huts on stilts with little caves and pools by rocks, the bay was almost perfect. The sea rolled [View Full Entry]

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We left the Lakeside hotel in Tissa early relieved to be going, and all bar Nicky tired. Elliot had fallen asleep early, and slept through several rearrangements of the mosquito net as he and Jake wrestled with it in their sleep, not to mention Jake waking in pain and getting up for the toilet and pain killers. We had to wake him and his first word was “Tired” - frustrating since he had had twice the sleep that Jake and I had managed. Frustrating was also the adjective for catching the bus (although in the end we both felt we had [View Full Entry]

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