Crazy Golf

After a busy weekend away in Scotland, we took our time this morning just to regather together our energy by doing the things we love.  For me that involved notifying the winner from a giveaway that we were holding with our internet store .  Tristan was happily catching up on Netflix with his Marvel Super Heroes that he'd missed over the weekend.  Toby was playing out in the foot high grass inthe garden (will it ever stop raining so that we can mow it?) and Mathilda was pottering and spending a lot of time on my knee too, chattering while I worked.

After a late lunch we headed out to a park that has crazy golf and it stayed mainly dry while we played a very hurried game.  I was really pleasantly surprised with the difference between playing this now and last summer, showing how Toby has really grown in maturity.  With the sole focus no longer on winning, Toby was a lot more willing to let the younger children play their own way and decide on their own scores, even when running all the way down the pitch with the ball in their hand and plonking it in the hole meant that they beat him.  Instead he concentrated on playing the best he could and having fun. 

Then we headed over to the river to watch ducks

Admire a gnarly tree

Notice the rain shimmering in the sun as it landed in the pond

...and eventually convincing a grumpy old troll to allow us back across the bridge

then having to wait in the car back home, with the windows steaming up until the freak hail storm passed