Wingwalker

Back in June we were all out in the garden on a glorious summer's day (a bit of a rarity!) and our splashings about in the paddling pool were interrupted by a loud droning overhead ... we all craned our necks upwards to witness a biplane, complete with wing-walker, scooting overhead to take part in an airshow several miles away.

Children store things in their heads - today was an unseasonally warm day (in fact, hot!) and, as we collected Thing 1 and thing 2 from nursery/school, a certain little person instictively jumped onto a beautifuly carved biplane in the playground and 'adopted the pose'.

Nice weather = wingwalking!

Why are adult minds so complicated?