England Part 1: The Whites

There are just too many great photos from our trip to England!

I thought I'd give you the Toby ones first, so here we go: Toby with Graham's family.

With Grandma. He got lots of cuddles with Grandma.

With Grandad. I just realised Toby doesn't look overly impressed in either of these photos, but he really did get on with his grandparents very well!

I like this chair! (He also liked watching TV, so much so that we worried we might have to wean him off Coronation Street at the end of the visit.)

With Auntie Colette. He was fascinated by her - if Colette was in the room Toby couldn't take his eyes off her!

I'm sure I can reach those chocolate fingers if I just stretch a li-i-i-ttle further!

Group shot: Toby, me, Colette, Maddy, Anthony and Karl. In a pub. Was it me or did we spend a lot of time in a pub?

What, me?

Helping Mum play Uno.

No, I didn't see any writing saying, "Keep away from children". And look, it makes such a nice noise!

Gorgeous one of Graham and Toby on St Anne's beach. We had perfect weather for our day out to the seaside.

We also had a day out in Skipton, which is a nice town but absolutely freezing! Still, we strolled around the town and along the canal, peeked at the castle, and had lunch in a little bakery-cafe selling very traditional goodies like meat pies and currant slice.

Say aaaahhh!

New toys. The jeans were new too; at the start of the trip we were rolling them up and by the end we didn't need to!

Mmmm, that looks good, Grandma!

Three generations of Whites on St Annes beach.

Enjoying a well-deserved nap in his Moses basket.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Looking forward to future instalments. Dad

29 March 2011 at 15:12

Susan Ewing said…

Martha--what a cutie! So glad he got to meet his other grandparents and, of course, they loved him!

xx sue

29 March 2011 at 16:49

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