Peeping over the gate

I abandoned all work and headed to Bath and then Bristol for the rest of the weekend and fitting a lot in.  I managed to meet up with my 97 year old aunt and take her out for lunch with my cousin, who was also visiting.  Then on to Bristol via Newton St Loe, so couldn't resist stopping and popping my head over the gates to see how Wayne's walled garden  is doing without him - all bedded down for winter by the looks of it. 

Then the main purpose of the weekend - catching up with the grand child and his parents.  I had a great time babysitting while his parents popped to do a food shop.  He is getting quite good at hitting his xylaphone (and his grandmother if she isn't careful).