Egging it

I believe Matt may just have the edge on George in this race (it seems Andy was adjudicating, and therefore - for once - not competing).

We'd gone along to find a different spot to roll our eggs; while painting them, George had created some cool patterns as he mixed his paint. Although it made a change, we didn't find anywhere as good as the usual spot by the harbour.

Walking past the beach we saw a dead cormorant and puffin. Apparently there have been hundreds washed up, victims of bad weather at sea. It was certainly cold enough today, on the first day of British Summer Time.

A pretty big lead