crazy child plays crazy golf

A lovely wee day out at some big park in Keswick in the lakes. There were so many things we could have done (including trampolines and eating ice cream) but Arlo insisted on wanting to play crazy golf (I'm holding Grandad completely responsible for this interest in golf), and as it was his special day out, we couldn't say no.

There goes 2 hours of my life I'll never get back. Kick the ball, pick up the ball, throw the ball away, don't let that other boy on, his ball is mine too, kick the ball, throw the stick, cry about god knows what, run up and down and up and down and down the bridge, go back to the first hole, need a wee wee, want an ice cream, dawdle, dawdle, dawdle.

I can't help thinking that bouncing on a trampoline whilst eating an ice cream would have been way more productive.

Still. It was quite funny.