Fore on brown no butter

After yet another early start we headed out for lunch. We went to the Buddist centre for this but they saved us from a lunch of dahl, humous and lentils by being closed, so we went to the posh golf club across the road instead.

The sun came out and we sat out and soaked it up whilst we ate too much goats cheese, played on the posh playground and watched the lady golfers whack their balls about.

On the way home we popped over to the village playing fields to catch the end of the school sports day and fair. Boy was a last minute entry in the Toddler race and did us proud. He finished further back than last but with the biggest smile on his face, soaking up all the encouragement from the crowds as he sauntered over the line.

It was a bit like a much slower and losing version of Usan Bolt at the last olympics as he crossed the line motioning to the crowd.