Whirligig

There's nothing quite like getting a whirl in a washing basket when you're a 3-year-old. And unfortunately for poor old dad, once or twice is never enough.

It's been another damp, grey day which we've spent running some errands for S's mum and then this family visit to Weilheim. We'll meet up with them again tomorrow, minus the basket. Tonight it's a meeting in Karg of the oldest Red Cross Youth group in Bavaria!