Flying baby

Lockdownish day 17

I was up early for a run before it got hot, but I was too late, the sun beat me to it. It’s been a heat hazy sort of day.
Arthur came over, and brought his dad. We went for a walk in the village and came back for a picnic lunch on the lawn. Arthur brought his own.
It’s easy to make him chuckle now playing games and hiding, peek-a-boo and the  like. A baby’s laugh is a joyous sound.

“ When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies” 

JM Barrie, Peter Pan