Signs of beavering

George had a great time at Beavers last night, making dens in Lochend woods.

And when I was coming back through the woods after we'd cycled to school, I came across the results of their labours. Not sure if this is the one he and his pals made, but I'm sure he'll tell me later.

Looking at my one year ago blip makes me realise how things have changed: firstly, George now likes to head into the playground on his own. And secondly, we never get there early these days.