The Great Golf Ball Hunt

Our first trip away from home! We're down in the Land of the Little Tykes.

A stop off at Mainsgill Farm for take-away coffee and a trip to the outdoor toilets went well. No queuing necessary.

Our first activity with The Grandchildren was making sourdough bread. Not something I've ever done but The Man knew what to do.


What began as an afternoon walk in a nearby wood soon turned into a golf ball hunt as five of us were coming across balls from an adjacent driving range. We had no bags with us so I was collecting them in my coat pockets. By the time we got back to #2 Daughter's we has 43 of them!

She will return them next time she's passing.