The spud is loving this as you can imagine and only the playground behind his grandparent's flat is saving him from a complete inability to fit into his carseat on our return to the UK.
We tried today to walk off our indulgences and promenaded all over Biarritz. We went here:and here:
and the spud did this:
...and lots of this again...
...but sadly and sweetly all he really wants to do is to go home, something he asks us to do about three or four times a day, normally when we are trying to get him to have a nap or go to bed or eat his lunch. Holidays are all well and good but there is no place, apparently, like home.