Scavenger Hunt

Whilst Beloved was swimming, I went for a wander round Whisby garden centre and a coffee on the terrace.

I was sat reading on the terrace and something caught the edge of my vision. When I looked, it was this little chap on a scavenger hunt.

He looked up at me and started chattering, probably berating me because all I had was coffee.

He gave up and wandered off to the next table and repeated his performance.