No teenagers now.

We headed northward to celebrate me being even older than I feel.

Curlyfries is no longer a teenager and diner with his new flat mate Harry, his big bro Ru and his gal Rox and us had to be Italian.

We all enjoyed ourselves and then allowed him to go to work. He is a work-a-holic, that or just young.

We headed off in Claudette to "wild camp" within cat throwing distance of the harbour. A carpark with only a cyclist camping nearby, we had a lovely quiet night we just survived the storm that blew in.

There is something wonderful about lying in bed hearing the weather outside and being rocked to sleep by it. I'm just glad it wasn't us in the tent.

( Good news, it was still there in the morning).