Thursdays with Isla

Isla and I had a little trip along the cliff top this afternoon on the land train. We went on the red one, which Isla was very excited about because that was the coloured train she had been chattering on to her mum about all week. She waved to the passers by excitedly and then went ahead and told anyone who would listen to her that she was nearly 3 and that it was her birthday in September and that she would would be on holiday for it, and that she would be going there in a plane which goes very high in the sky. Apparently nearly 3 is an actual age being that she refuses to be two any more. The workings of a nearly 3 mind is boggling.
After we disembarked the train we decided an ice cream was in order. I had rum and raisin with a flake and Isla had chocolate with flake, as you can imagine from this shot it took quite a few wet wipes to clean her up after wards. I actually declared her a disaster area. However she did enjoy it as you can probably tell.