Pooh Sticks

We went to play Poohsticks this afternoon after the rain had stopped hammering down and resolved into a steady drizzle.
It was a tense play off between Lucie and Grandad. Lucie’s stick won by a mile. No idea what happened to Grandad’s stick. It must have got caught on a reed, before drifting through as if it had all the time in the world.
Hers was more curved, I don’t know if that is relevant.
We are babysitting this evening whilst Mummy and Daddy have gone out. The children are both sleeping peacefully now. We’ve probably forgotten something vital.