The end of one, the begining of another

Storytime in front of the fire with Miranda. She decided it would be nice if we had our own private island after reading about George's called Kirrin Island. So I reminded her about the little shell island that we often go out to off Calshot. It's a lovely pile pf shells that disappears from view at high tide which adds to the mystery of how to find it.

However the seed has been planted and tomorrow she says she is going to start writing her Fiesty Five story.

The forest is under a few feet of water too I discovered when I went for a bike ride this morning...