Flying Frieda

A companionable few hours with Frieda, after preschool.  She fell asleep briefly in the car on the way home, but she has the fortunate knack of waking up in good humour after micro-naps like these.
She asked to go across to the park, and the rain just about held off. So we had a contented time, on the slide and in the sandpit.
It's all looking pretty ragged over there. This is partly the aftermath of a long wet winter, but there's also a problem with funding for upkeep for the playground. There is a local Friends group for the park, and I'll make contact I think, and see whether or not there's any support on the way.