Rogue Hen!

After a terrible afternoon tea which included two glasses of prosecco being tipped down li'l sis' back by the waiter, we headed to the castle to see the poppies. The hen's little boy took advantage of her spare hen gear and proceeded to run around wearing a veil and a shot glass necklace whilst clutching a fairy wand, shouting 'It's my birthday!' (he's definitely my godson!) it certainly entertained us and kept li'l sis busy, chasing him!
Great day and night that didn't end until 3:30 this morning. I had to escort the hen home! She did better than the stag who was home and in bed by 11! Safe to say they are both worse for wear today!
I was rather sensible for once.