Under A Tree

Our Flumlet plans were altered radically as we learned that he is not keen on long car journeys but we had fun for all that.

First we looked for the kingfisher at Valleyfield Pond. We didn't see any but did see lots and lots of pond snails (see extra), pootling about in the weeds or hanging upside down under the surface, with damselflies and dragonflies dashing above; we walked along the river a fair way before turning back to the car. As it is nearby we took a look at the Monument to the French prisoners of war, who were buried in the area, the memorial has the script in English on the front and French at the back. Then we headed for the Storehouse for lunch. Unfortunately the Flumlet wasn't keen on any of the menu items but settled for a fruit scone, these are of sufficient proportion to satisfy any appetite - I ate half of mine.

I had planned that we would also 'stand under a tree', so headed off cross-country for the biggest tree I know. Along the access path he pointed out quite large trees asking if that was The Tree, until we reached the one in question and crawled (he didn't have to crawl, he's not  tall enough)  through the entrance. I'm relieved to say that he was quite impressed that, for all its size and many branches, the Ormiston Yew* is in fact, One Tree. 

There followed a debate as to our next destination but we did end up at our house for snacks and to play with the glue gun (in extra) and its variety of coloured (and glitter!) glue sticks, making several smallish pieces. He took most home for Mum and Dad but I've one or two to put with the other in the display case.

He was returned home in good spirits, managing to tell his folks the whole lot in a matter of seconds. I think he enjoyed himself.

*I understand that another title is The Whittinghame Yew, after the castle and estate in which it stands.