more fun with Granddad

Fred likes nothing more than to think he's being naughty. Here he was throwing things into the pond shrieking with laughter while Granddad retrieved the thing each time and pretended to tell him off. 

A scorcher of a day. A day to find the sandals, and get the garden furniture out. We all caught the sun. It seemed very warm, warmer than it should for March, we'd be happy if it was that warm in June. I oscillate between delight at the warmth and dismay at the increasing reality of climate change.  At least we have plenty of margin for it to get warmer, but what must it be like where it's already really hot?