Work, work, work - on a Sunday

Jacob's holiday diary - Day 8


I don't normally work a Sunday but there was double time. Dad often reminds me that child labour, in small doses, is a good thing. Today I had some important building down at Clashnessie. I took my JCB (which is short for JaCoB) to recreate Stonehenge on the beach.

I'm Jacob, I'm three, but my Dad's certainly not Bruce Lee - and I'll drive my own JCB thank you very much.

Me and Cleo ran away from him because his constant photography was doing our heads in.

On the way home, Quinag, our local mountain, had a halo. Must've been a good little mountain today.