Iain's comment about the event to the left: 'I fell in the puddle'--indeed so. He did 'fall' in the puddle, but only in the course of running through it. Although he had been asked to stay out of it, once he was soaked there didn't seem much point in keeping him on dry land, so I got the camera. We were having a picnic just down the road from our house, and Iain was distracted from lunch by the pond-like puddle. Eventually the temptation proved too much for him! Someone observed that some wellies might have helped, but boots would have filled up with water--even before Iain fell--since the puddle was so deep. His crocs were just the thing!
We don't have to go far, though, to get into the water: the pond in which Thomas is 'fishing' is in the back garden. The children all love throwing things into the pond and splashing each other, both of which are strictly prohibited. Of course these rules are difficult to enforce! The pond is teeming with tadpoles, but we have seen only one frog so far.
By far the most popular local attraction is the ponies, who live behind the B&B a few houses down from us. Anna especially loves to visit the ponies, and--if they're close enough to the fence--to feed them. During the summer holidays we have plenty of opportunities to see the ponies and take the long way home--down the railway path and back through the field.
We're hoping to spend a little more time with some new friends. One of our colleagues in the Department of Theology and Religion has two daughters, aged 2 and 4. The 2-year-old will be three just a couple of weeks after Iain, so they play well together. Friends have been the missing element, of course, of the summer holidays so far. Today, however, we're off for a day out, headed north to Tynemouth on the recommendation of a local. Let's go!
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