Daddy...sit

A thoroughly wet and miserable day. But it's good to get out in the fresh air a little at least so we booked a late afternoon entry to Attingham in the hope that it would at least stop raining...and it obligingly did. It was still a little bit damp but that at least provided a lot of muddy puddles to be jumping in.

On the way back through the walled garden Owen wanted to investigate the deckchairs and insisting I sit next to him, "Daddy...sit". It's OK for him, he's wearing waterproofs, I ended up with a wet bum!