Italian food to accompany the Grand Prix today. I left some dough rising in the Kenwood while we went for a swim at the Fairmont this morning, then Mary and Andrew joined us to watch the race and eat pizza.

After Beth’s bike ride this afternoon, we caught a few more episodes of Scooby-Doo — we’re currently working our way through the 1976 series now known as The Scooby-Doo Show. Beth is particularly enjoying them, but we all like a bit of Scooby-Doo.

Having examined the TV schedule for this evening, we turned to a DVD, and watched Clue, which is a joyously wonderful film, and bears regular rewatching. I find the film very rich, from its historical political setting and the actors’ performances, to its crude jokes and slapstick. And Tim Curry is a delight as Wadsworth, the butler.

Last night Beth and I slept in a tent in the garden. Beth had been very excited about the idea of camping (perhaps fuelled by the Swallows and Amazons books that Kate has been reading to her). Andrew kindly lent us his tent, and Beth and I had a pleasant night outside. It did make me very aware how bright the streetlights are, and the traffic noise on the Crail road.

Beth has been particularly enjoying Scooby-Doo recently. CBBC has been showing the early-2000s series What’s New Scooby-Doo?, which is a return to the classic Scooby-Doo format. One of the episodes featured a camp (in the American school-child sense), and mentioned “s’mores”, a food I’d vaguely heard of. Research suggested that they could easily be approximated at home, so we toasted marshmallows over Andrew’s BBQ, and squidged them between Hovis digestives, with a layer of Nutella. The others seemed to enjoy them; I didn’t bother as I’m not fond of marshmallows.