Big Bag of Pipes

This morning we went round to another of toddlers friends houses, after a while the children got manic so we headed to the beach for coffee (for teh adults not the little ones). It was nice to get some beach air but it made me sleepy. I really am turning into an old man.

After the coffee we popped down to the Royal Marines Museum. We never go in the museum but we do go down there for lunch sometimes as it has a decent cafe for a quick cheap lunch and it also has the benefit of lots of space where a toddler can charge about.

After lunch toddler and I made a break for the gift shop where we considered buying a toy hand grenade as a christmas present for an old relative who once did a kind of Dads Army joke with one on Christmas Day a few years ago. The joke involved him (a gent in his eighties) producing a pretty convincing wooden grendade that he had carved. He pretended it was one he kept from the war, then dropped it and dived under the table after it before letting off of a load of party poppers and then emerging again with soot all over his face. It was hilarious!

After leaving the shop we bumped into a man with some bagpipes, he told toddler and I he was about to play so we hung around to watch on a bench. He was very good and when he came closer he started to play Baa Baa Black Sheep, which happens to be a favorite of toddler. He then showed toddler how a Scotsman can make the sound of a duck and a cow with the same instrument. We were both imprerssed.

After a while we popped back in to get Wife and Baby to see, but after a nappy change we got back out only in time to see him play his pipes towards the car park and then he was gone, just as quickly as he had arrived.