Dandy day!

I can report that his mouth was closed by the time the dandelion clocks were blow to absolute baldness. As for the many dandelion clocks we blew today, I can safely say there will be plenty next year.

We had a brilliant day walking up from Cockington to Occombe, meeting a very friendly horse en route. But alas, poor Miss F fell off the path and into stinging nettles and brambles; she was a sad sight, and not often given over to crying was most upset. Sadder still was the trip over the tree roots further down the path. Oh dear, scratched, nettled, scraped and bruised - onward we went to the ice-cream parlour, all better now.