Shared a converted barn with two couples, one of which had kids. Was going really good. I fell off my bike on Tuesday and have really fucked up my ribs. Still everyone happy though. The little girl was so funny. Nearly three years old, but such a cute little angel. The lad is hard work and wants to punch me all the time, which was fine until the bike fall. Then I had to pull back a bit and spend some time to myself when we're in the the barn as I'm in so much pain.
All going well so, despite me going with the childless couple to Lydford Gorge. Not suitable for kids, but fuck me, what a walk. like being on the set of Preditor.
Ah, fuck it. Then this happened..........
Until they somehow had a row after. And I'll say it again. After they had gone to bed on Wednesday.
I came home yesterday as the atmosphere was toxic. A five hour drive with what I can only say are cracked ribs and a heavy heart was bollocks
