Swinging At The Fire Place

Took a trip out to the fireplace design shop at Fenton Barns to make a start on sorting out the fireplace in our front room.  

Luckily the wee adventure playground meant the boys weren't bored: they just leaped in and had a great time.

Bumped into our old chum Mr Smith and his kids, and discovered he was an undercover Chelsea Tractor driver.  And the bloke in the fossil shop told me that the museum won't accept specimens from around Torness any more.  Too radioactive, it seems.