W, up a hill, taking it easy (and ignoring Miss T pooing in her knickers. Twice. And Toot and I having to clear her up with one tissue until a helpful and much amused Random Dad stepped in with a packet of wipes and a nappy bag. Bless you kind sir).
Waiting for the Cascade
Paddling at Chatsworth. I wanted to do this last time we went, but we weren't allowed. So Much Fun!
Rolling...
Textures...
Cable cars...
Holes to peer through...
Knights and swords and axes and...
Cavaliers.
And a cracking Indian meal, a terrible (worst ever!) Chinese meal, a very fine steak and stilton pie, some fabulous homemade cakes and afternoon teas, warming soup, bacon and eggy breakfasts, coffee coffee coffee and six great nights sleep, aided by one bottle of peaty loveliness that is Laphroig whisky.
Holidays...aren't they great?
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