No better use for recycling the inside of a washing machine I reckon. 

We’ve run away to the sea to my favourite brain balm location. Just taught my eldest how to make fire.  She feels great now!

 Collatype-issues fades somewhat sat out listening to the sea…but camping does remind me how little I really need to be happy. I think I have so many things at home to stop me feeling unhappy about having to have a fixed residence. One day soon…

More beachcombing tomorrow.