Flying Fox Ewan...

Text to follow as dinner has just arrived...

[Edit Later as dinner has been consumed]
Ewan has no more excitable face than when I let him go on the flying fox (don't know the common term for the playground equipment in this country but that's what Mrs TFP calls it) down at the local park. He absolutely loves it.

Looks a bit odd on it as he is so small but manages to hold on all the way himself with no problems.

Oh, new experiences for Ewan today. We took both gates off the stairs so he and his sister have freedom throughout the house.