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I hope the piggies realise how lucky they are to have a granny who can scootle through forests. I remember their granny's mum briefly trying either my mum or sister's bike; as I think I have a black-and-white photo of this event it must have been between twenty-seven and twenty-four years ago.
After a morning cake at the Tea House we drove half-way home to the hotel we stayed in when Edgar was the age Amos is now when we first went to Gibside. This time it was light enough to see the exciting contents of the mudflats beside the Derwent.