auntie c

wonderful day at caroline's, where we made potato print wrapping paper, bounced on her trampoline, ate beetroot and banana (well some of us did), slept happily (for 10 min) on a sheepskin with our tiny friend, ate, drank and were merry. caroline has seven children, a house full of wonderful treasures and painted in all colours, a huge garden with ducks, chooks, rabbits and more, a green house bursting with goodness and a heart bigger than all of it combined. she is a rare treat, a wonderful woman and a sparkling auntie to janu.

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a bear in there

" uncle barry gave me the softest, warmest, most beautiful suit ever!"

Here he is as Mr Bear, with Mr Bear grandparents who lovingly care for Mr Bear for half a day each week. He loves going to their house, where its warm and cosy and no one tries to feed him parsnip for breakfast. He gets to play in the conservatory and when he's upset he gets bundled into his stroller to be lulled to sleep. lucky little fella!

quack

long lazy saturday afternoon with friends. we also played in the 'shop' - a group have friends have all bought a load of organic bulk produce, and I am dividing it up to save packaging. our own little food coop (plus it means a garage full of dates for me to gorge myself on....)

big boy seat

big day for little man! moved into big boy car seat and loved looking out the window for the first time, instead of the tops of trees and clouds drifting by.

little swinger

I took about 20 photos of him swinging, but he's too quick! So here's him in action!

drying out

Luckily no where round here is far from a pub, so we dried out after our wet adventure in a local. Janu charmed our way in front of roaring fire, and munched on a crust of bread.

holne puddles

Braving stormy weather this weekend, we walked through puddles on dartmoor. Even though we've been here close to two years, we have never done the same walk twice. There are so many tracks, lanes, byways, bridlepaths and cross country routes to explore. This is Holne Woods, where the river was much swollen from days of what felt like monsoonal rain. He was tucked up under a raincoat and so while we got soaked, he was toasty. We saw kyackers spinning down the rapids, and our last kyacking trip in Nepal felt about a million years ago.