Five, Six, pick up sticks

This morning, William and Basil and I did manage to go on our Monday morning walk. It's never far enough. 1) because there's never enough time before leaving for Mummy Meet and 2) because William whinges that he wants to go back.

But he does like picking up bits and pieces like sticks and stones and mud.

Craft work at Mummy Meet making a Christmas card for Mummy although William was quite oblivious of the purpose.

We stayed after everyone else had gone for me to have another latte and for William to play with the toys he won't touch when others are there. The landlord more or less turfed us out. He wanted to get the Snug clear before grownups came to drink and eat. Children should be seen and not heard. Probably not even seen.

Extra is of William in Martinshaw Wood.