The last of the wildflowers look very bonny at the moment.

'Take a picture of us running mummy!'

Duly obliged.

Delightful girls of much loveliness at 5pm in the evening sun, I still can't quite reconcile this image with the one seared into my brain from this morning which involved a spectacular meltdown over a pair of socks.

Yes. Socks.

They can both go barefoot from this point on. Even through winter.