Stroll

Poor old Bad Granny wasn't feeling well, I don't know if she ate too much birthday cake, so we went for a stroll.... Alexander and Pickled Grandad had to have a rest at the top of the hill.

We had a pub lunch in the sunshine. Alexander had a comedy accident: I had to pull him out of the hole in the climbing frame floor, just his head and shoulders were sticking out the top. Luckily it was before his gigantic sausage and mash dinner, or he would have had to stay in there, like Pooh.