Poke in the fish

Lily wanted to go back to the woods by the bridge where we had collected fallen pine branches to decorate the house at christmas time. The kids went through the field, kicking a ball about, while I took the road with the buggy and bairn. The woods were fun, a bit dark, a bit blair witch, not that the kids noticed.
On the way back, we had to stop so they could all prod the dead fish.