June 2016
This northern Summer we spent five glorious weeks at our family seaside studio swimming, climbing, running..and eating al fresco on our tiny balcony. Each morning I would stuff one banana, two eggs, a piece of buttery toast, a cup of yoghurt and a veal sausage down Kingsley’s throat. Necessary because what lay ahead was afew hours of power play along the Saronic coastline, and packing picnics is not my strength.
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