Over a week ago we first went to the beach. Pippin found it all rather distressing and when we went into the water she actually swam after us. Today she got up onto a deck-chair and went to sleep. She took a little stroll to another group later, presumably because someone had opened a packet of biscuits. Harriet's friends were back at the beach again so they were soon building sandcastles.
In short everyone knew what they were doing and the day ran like clockwork. Tomorrow is the last full day and on Friday we return to New York City.
It is much too sad to contemplate.
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