Oliver at Bere Forest

Last weekend was a typical one - stuck for something to do on Sunday apart from clean a filthy house. Oliver piped up that he fancied a picnic in the forest. So, it was into the kitchen and a few bits rapidly prepared. Then it was car loaded up and off we went.

Arrived at the forest, quick play in the park (quick being a very loose term) and the food eaten up. Now it was my turn to suggest something - a gentle wander through the forest. Oliver found this old tree stump and wanted to perch himself on it to gather his thoughts. Now, who wonders wht he was thinking. What goes through a five years old mind whilst out in the fresh air?? Answers on a postcard please!