Flying...

We took a wee trip across to a farm park over by Stirling.

The genesis of the day was that Bethany was all grumpy and couldn't do what she wanted.  We'd decided to head across to see my Mum, so she turned it around and took it upon herself to find someplace to go.

There were lambs to feed, go karts to race in, chickens to feed and big massive pillows to jump on.