Six weeks sounds like a long time when you're at the beginning, doesn't it? But it's a lot less long when you're halfway through, wondering where the time went. Here's what we did with some of it. The males of the family (including my dad) went to see the truck racing at Donington, the first Saturday. They came back full of truck excitement - and with bigger hands than usual! Meanwhile, my mum and I went for a nice peaceful walk. Next day, Theo was a little tired. Later that week, we drove to Dove Dale and climbed Thorpe Cloud in the rain, which helpfully and unexpectedly ceased just as we got to the top. We were able to have lunch with a view and without getting soaked. A kestrel came and hovered nearby, looking as if it were hung from the sky by an invisible string. Coming down, the boys decided that running was the way to go. This is my new favourite picture of me with them. We also went to a tractor festival (oh yes, we know how t
Getting through life one cake at a time.