Happiness is a wee blue flutterby and a pizza.

Sam, after a long slog in the sunshine on John Muir Awardy type business, even toting a newly made bat box under one arm, insisted we head down to a haddo meadow to see the most beautiful of beautiful wee blue butterflies. He nearly cried when we almost said no, so despite being heated into lethargic laziness from the sunshine surging through our bones after a stolen day, we relented and went down for a look and he was very, very happy.

The John Muir 6 are strangers no more after day 2, and Sam is known as nature boy. Tess is not complaining. For the moment. Possibly because she is now entertaining Eve on a sleepover, while Sam is retreating from his recent nature sensory overload by waging a virtual war on a computer. And sitting quietly, Dave and I are waiting.... for the Dominoes Pizza Gentleman/lady caller.