Grinning in the puddles

Today was a beautiful sunlit Sunday. A welcome relief from the storms we have been having. We took advantage of this weather to take Arthur and Annie to Wimpole. We saw nothing of the house and grounds and to be honest, not that much of the farm. None of this mattered to Arthur who, armed with his Gruffalo wellies experienced jumping in muddy puddles for the first time. He loved it, laughing and giggling as he splashed mud all up his trousers. I only wish we had videoed him squealing 'again' and 'more'.
Roz and Tom came around in the afternoon for a cup of tea and piece of cherry cake. Lovely to see them. Arthur started little shy but warmed up. Annie was cooing and smily from the start particularly with her Godmummy Roz.