Tom's Field again
I was showering under pleasantly hot water in the men's toilet block at Tom's Field in the New Forest when I heard these words.
It's our second visit to this unique slice of countryside on one of the most tranquil and laidback campsites you're likely to stumble across.
The kid's dad told him, rather unhelpfully, woolly mammoths became extinct. I'm not sure how the poo/ door locked situation resolved itself.
Breakfast was, unusually, fish finger sandwiches, the same as our dinner the previous evening. We'd only eaten half what I estimated and it wasn't going to keep.
Then we walked. While trying not to, we ended up walking almost the same route as when we were here last time, leading to many deja vu moments and a return visit to a fish and chip shop in Fordingbridge. We bought a cone of chips each and took them to the sports ground to eat on the park benches, sharing them with the ducks.
My phone was back up to 90 percent charge soon after. The Rav Power solar charger is great even when cloudy and I make sure it's always in my backpack.
We sat in the late afternoon sun. I read a little and dozed off in my chair. We gave in a bit too easily when a fish and chip van visited the site. I'm adamant I'm not eating fish tomorrow!