Granny in charge

B/C went on the Crackaig walk (they did it in 3 hours including chatting with Charlotte in her garden) and we were left holding the baby.  Making sure Woody doesn’t feel jealous is a part of it all and here’s Vik trying to make him feel like a baby too. The routine didn’t quite stick, too much playtime meant she fell asleep after too little milk, but I’m assured that’s the point of being a Granny.  

After a lovely courgette soup lunch of courgette soup (H is v good at no waste cooking) we set off for a walk too but V and Woody hate walking through cows so they turned back and I wandered on alone to the foot of the Crackaig cliffs and back.