The new pets

The kids (and Mrs Smith) were knee deep in the river at 9am this morning fishing out baby brown trout. These are all called Oscar. Although which one is Oscar1, Oscar2 and Oscar3 I couldn't tell you.

Anyway, a great way to spend the morning and then off to East Linton to take part in the most fiendish treasure hunt. Devised by sadists and a cross between University Challenge, The Krypton Factor and a marathon. Needless to say we got seven of the ten clues and then dived into the beer garden with Whitey and family to recover. Seemed the only sensible option in the searing heat.

Great way to spend a Sunday.