Mozambique Here I Came

Tricky grammar this one. I was in Mozambque and now I am back.
Actually at this precise point in time I'm asleep and this blog is being magically apparated direct from my streaming consciousness but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'm just back from hols.
It was super-fabulous.
Pappa took the Burton Gurls (should that be the Burls? - ed) Daddy, Tim and I away. The really exciting piece about the passenger manifest was that for the first time in Burton family holiday history we had numeric gender parity - go testosterone. In practice there was a whole lot of sister-lurve flying around and Tim, Dad and I spent a bunch of time ducking, but it was great.

Piccies featuring
A very happy pappa on a horsey - a rare moment this, a picture on the Carmi blog sans Carmi.
Me and my Tissy and a horse, what do horses say, neigh.
Me swinging along a couple of grown ups who really don't have any excuse for not looking at camera - come on guys, please.
Me swimming, yup that's 100% feet of the floor flying through the water with no=one to hold on to me, with only two water=wings for company and only the occasional choking hacking spluttering sound. Yup, I am swimming.

Oh and a couple of other things thrown in for good measure.
My daddy is feeling a bit too jetlagged and tiredy to even pretend to be funny.
But it was one fandabedoozy holiday.