Rural Life

We took the monsters to the National Museum of Rural Life - eventually (after having to go and get something to have as a picnic and then deliver Bags phone to her at work ....... completely the wrong direction.

I am so glad the place was quiet.
Because the monsters weren't - they ran about shouting and screaming and having a high old time.
I have no idea how squirrel managed it because she is completely choked with the cold.

We arrived home just a short time before their mother and squirrel was really not up to going out again.
So it was just SWMBO, The Cygnet and I who went and joined the usual suspects at the land of flowers for coffee and cake - where The Cygnet sat quietly and did some colouring in while the rest of us chatted.

The chickens are back at the garden centre so they got a visit instead of the fish (one of the mad chicken ladies hens is not well though and may be heading to the great chicken run in the sky - none of us were doing to do the dirty deed for her though).

My evening was spent round at an old mates drinking wine and putting the world to rights.
Can anyone explain why the walk round there is twice as long as the walk back after the wine?