One last final glimpse of hilidays before school begins on Wednesday. We made it back over to the Isle of Wight - glamping in a yurt. Which means waking up (in a proper bed) to this view in the morning:
It was in the grounds of a hotel, which meant, to my amazement, that your yurt got room service. I kid you not. And we are enormous breakfasts in the hotel each morning (my favourite part of holiday eating). We also got access to this private beach. See - empty (actually it was 8am, so not entirely surprising).
We discovered (thanks to Artemis) a new haunt called Steephill Cove, where you can eat the most amazing crab pasties.