This was the year that Esme turned 12 and Luis turned 11 (in July and June, respectively). While it seems to me that they are, most of the time, somewhere between 15 and 25, these are nonetheless their real ages. And good ages they are, too. Both opted to spend their evenings eating at restaurants, which strikes me as awfully grown up, though Es did have a birthday party the week before her anniversary. She slept with a gang of girls in the garden and stayed up terribly late. This is the last year before she becomes a full time teenager, with all its attendant issues and excitement. She has started to practice in advance, mind. On the left is a picture of my beauties when at Cornbury music festival in Chipping Norton.
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