Texture

I went to the park today with my brood. Surprisingly, it turned out to be an assault on the senses: 



Smell of hotdogs and burgers (I never buy from burger vans- and I'm trying to be good, but boy did they smell good!)

Sound of the llamas hissing, guinea pigs chunnering and pigeon wings flapping as they flew from fence to tree and back in a hoodie style gang. The loud and perky pipe organ chirping away reminding me of my own childhood. 

Touch of the frost chilling through my fingers and toes as I pushed the swing, watched and encouraged them to generally run about and climb off their energy.

Sight of the peacocks in all their splendour- even a pure white albino.

Nothing to taste sadly; it was too cold for ice-cream today much to the youngest's disapproval.