Minky day!

Out to Craigie Farm - we thought pick your own would provide some good entertainment, as well as some fruit. It did, to a point, but there’s a lot of walking and a requirement for a fair degree of concentration if you want to get your entrance money back, which may eventually prove too much for a three year old. And the strawberries were thin on the ground. Still, I think the wee one got at least one of her five a day. And a play on the tractor.
Back home and after lunch I made a plasticine dog and cat which she loved until the dog announced in its growling doggy talk that it could smell a little girl. Terror! Funny what can become real.
Later, there was fun on the beach. Two dead jellyfish. A tiny crab. And a shrimp in a pool. And the parents arrived to whisk her away. Exhausted, I’m sure.


Much later, MrT gave us all copies of his slim autobiography, What Do I Know? The others got theirs signed whereas I kept mine pristine, knowing that an unsigned copy will be much rarer..