We drove away from Wales with stops in Colwall (Worcestershire) and Bishops Cleeve (Gloucestershire) before descending from Bath into Frome (avoiding Trowbridge, Wiltshire) where our baby was snatched from us by his Grandmother. I wrestled him back to walk him into town and show him all the places where I used to cause havoc and get arrested...if I'd been that interesting growing up.
I wondered briefly about dipping him into the stream running down Cheap Street - a Frome tradition of waterlogged shoes for all toddlers - but spared him. We walked home via the adventure playground, now all health-and-safety but which used to house such deathtraps as an old diesel quarry train for kids to climb over, "the spider", a see-saw that my sister broke her collar bone falling off, and concrete tunnels, one of which was bricked up because someone had died in there. That's what I heard in Vallis First School playground, anyway.
A final check of the livestock before we leave the farm.
A cuddle with Emonie in Colwall.
Braving the waters of Cheap Street. There can't be that many shopping streets in Britain with a river down the middle.
Relaxing after taking in the wonders of the West Country.
We also decided, somewhat ambitiously, that it was time to start the baby on solids. We gave Pete an apple to suck, appropriately, but then moved onto his Californian side by mashing up an avocado.
He was interested!
But not entirely impressed.
Hannah's still focused on breast feeding.
Helping Grandma with the chores (or adding to them).
