Last weekend was 18c, somewhere, not in my garden. It was meant to be in my garden but somewhere else got there first. Still we made the best of our 12c. We had Mr Him's family visit and between us ate 2.6kg of gammon, almost. I put some left overs in the freezer. We also ate 2.5kg of potatoes, some carrots, cabbage and then a whole large home cooked apple pie and 15 gallons of custard. Mr Him's mum and I polished off a bottle of wine between us. She looked very pleased about that after her second glass.
After the family left with their extra luggage, for which an airline would have charged an excess kilo fee, the son of Mr Him, the Automotive Engineer, Miss 21 and I decided to walk off our share of these kilos. Here follows pictures of our walk in our local wood, which is soon to be built on. The young people found themselves exploring new pathways, finding tree houses and climbing a victim of the recent storm Katy. Good old fashioned, non-electronic fun.
|Bluebells are starting to peek out|
|Is it an Ent?|
|Giant Moss worms!!|
|Just need snow and it could be Narnia|
|Is it a tree house? Who built it?|
|Victim of recent storm|
Miss 21 also took some pictures.
With the wood checked on we stumbled home.